Thursday, November 19, 2009
I looked into the eyes of death.
The eyes were dark. Cold. Dare I say unforgiving.
Death had not yet come, but had sent its putrid presence into the room.
Make no mistake about it, death was coming.
Soon the eyes would close. To blink no more this side of heaven. To show hope. Or joy. Or health.
Those eyes would soon glimmer no more.
Those eyes caused my eyes to fill with tears. I choked back my emotions. My personal fear of death.
“The wages of sin is death.”
Sin, no matter how appealing, is never our friend.