Death – the commercial

Is your channel-surfing age imposing its culture on your views of eternity? I’m told the attention span of the modern couch potato is four seconds. If it isn’t grabbed by then, down goes the thumb on the remote.

(If you are still reading, either this is riveting or you don’t qualify for the couch potato Olympics.)

But is that remote coloring your perceptions of death? Is it, as many believe, no more than a short two-minute commercial between channels? Reality TV today, Superman tomorrow— with a rather unpleasant break called ‘Death’ in between.

Reincarnation declares we come around again as something or someone else. The idea that my chicken dinner may have been Great-Granny leaves me speechless, to say nothing of Granny-less, and probably dinner-less. I simply cannot swallow that one.

And yet we are all too quick to run from what may happen, because of the implications, not for then but for now. For none of us know what death will be like, because none of us have been there and lived to tell the tale. We must guess, or take it on Better Authority.

Better Authority tells us we shall meet our Maker, who will judge us according to what we have done. That makes us uncomfortable, because it implies changing our behaviour now. Uncomfortable perhaps, but at least it makes sense.

Others, desperate to avoid that commercial, thumb the remote to the Self channel, the Science channel, the Religion channel, the Sex & Drugs channel, the Astral channel, the Horoscope channel, even the Magic channel.

The trouble is, life only has one channel, and this is it. Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father, except by me.” So don’t keep switching channels. For He’ll be back, right after this.