Death Be Not Proud
A few months ago my cousin Travis was murdered in the Atlanta area the result of an apparent drug encounter gone bad. I hadn’t seen him since I was about twelve years of age; he was about six years younger than myself.
This Sunday morning I found out that another cousin of mine Louie, Travis’ half-brother, was found dead as well. He was about thirty years old and committed suicide with a 9mm to the face.
Louie’s life was right out of the talk show circuit – divorced parents, abusive mother abandoned him, his father barely has a high school education, his distant step mom turns out to be a lesbian and hits the road, early alcohol abuse, and drug addiction. It’s almost a Springer script.
The last time I saw Louie he was covered in tattoos, diving in dumpsters, had a volatile relationship with his girlfriend, and was a committed street kid. He soon caught Hepatitis and began to show the signs of a failing liver and on November 18 at 1 a.m. somewhere in Idaho, when the physical ailments converged with Travis’ murder and his calloused relationship with his long time live-in girlfriend continued to sour, the tunnel light was snuffed out.
I can still see his wonderful smile when as children he and I did endless flips off of grandma’s diving board during summer visits. How I wish I could see that smile again.
I am reminded now yet again just how horribly sin-infested this world truly is and as the apostle Paul wrote in Romans 8 – all of creation groans to be redeemed. This life has nothing for us and we know not what hour we shall expire.
I am reminded once again that we need to see life as a vapor and live accordingly.
I am reminded that I haven’t spoken to all of my extended family about the hope found in Christ and my need to seek them out.
I am reminded that there is only one hope and one way to freedom from this life’s condemnation and dregs.
I am reminded that living out my faith in all aspects of thought, word, and deed is essential.
I am reminded that we who know our Lord Jesus have an obligation to obediently crawl through the trenches laid before us in the hope that some may know Him.
I am reminded that I am not God.
I am reminded that He counsels with no one but Himself.
I am reminded that I want to see Louie and Travis again.
I am reminded that I more than likely never will.
I am reminded that Providence is not mine.