Ecclesiastes 7:1-2
A good name is better than fine perfume, and the day of death better than the day of birth. It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of every man; the living should take this to heart.
Obviously I don't remember the day of my birth. But having seen my four children born, I know the joyfulness felt on those days. Somehow I don't sense that the day of my death or of anyone close to me will seem like a better day. Except....
As a believer in Jesus, death is the not the end of me. It becomes the day when my hope in Christ is realized. Any possessions, any fortune, any fame and power I had are meaningless. The kind of car I drove, the number of weeds in my lawn, my social status don't matter. At death, which we all will face, every one of us faces either an eternity in the presence of God or apart from God based on what we did with Jesus between those bookends of birth and death.
With complete confidence I can say my day of death will be much better than my day of birth. By far it will be better than any day in between either. I really wonder how many people I know who are unable to say the same.
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