I know what you are thinking. You’re thinking two things. The first is, “Josh, this sounds ridiculously depressing.” To which I say, it’s really not that bad, so suck it up. Secondly, you’re thinking, “Well, isn’t it supposed to be The Gift of Immortality?” Well, it usually is. When we talk about life and death we don’t usually think about mortality being the gift. Instead we think about living forever. We look at the vampires, wizards, elves, and other Highlander-esque creatures of the movies and we think, “Now wouldn’t that be something; to be immortal”.

Instead, I want to think and talk about the opposite. In light of the recent BS about Mar 21, 2011 being the end of the world, I think it’s an appropriate time to discuss it. Is the fact that we will die, really a gift?

Consider the opposite:

Imagine for a moment that you are an immortal. A wanderer through time. You live each day just like the one before, never making a dent in eternity. You walk alone through the ages of the earth with nothing that is truly yours. Those you love, come to love, and meet pass away as you continue on. They wrinkle and wear as you remain youthful in appearance but weak in heart. Seasons drift into one another, food loses its taste, and previous pleasures become mundane. The world becomes sad and cold, as do you, because you are alone. You are cursed to watch the world twist itself into knots. A powerless God. “Spiritually dead” and, in time, “corrupted”.

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Josh