Connecting flights…

I have been thinking about death lately.  Not about dying or being dead but about death.  We know a lot about dying.  There have been studies and research done about dying.  With advances in modern medicine and science we are learning the mechanics of the body and how it works and what makes it stop working in amazing detail.  And I think we have a pretty clear manual on what happens when we are dead to this earthly life.  What I am wondering about is death.  Today we do not know any more about death than the people of long ago knew.

Nobody has come back from the dead. Well, Jesus and His disciples did raise people from the dead.  Lazarus was in the tomb for days when Jesus called him out.  But nothing is written about their experience.  No eyewitness accounts or in depth interviews with the once dead.

I have this theory, based on nothing but my own wonder wanderings, that death is a place.  Sort of like a big international airport.  A place where, after dying, everyone goes to catch a connecting flight home.

It must be very interesting and busy with all the different folks passing through.  People of all sizes and shapes and colors and nationalities and ages represented.  Rich and poor, highly educated and simply uneducated, innocent and worldly wise, proud and humble, anxious and calm, afraid and fearless.  All kinds of people from all walks of life.

I think some must be excited and looking forward to the next leg of their journey.  And perhaps some are fearful and dread the future.  I think some are  surprised to find themselves in this place and others are just relieved.  And maybe some are angry or bewildered.  The reaction probably depends a great deal on the road they were traveling before they came to death.  Or maybe the timing or circumstances has something to do with it.

But they are all at this Airport Death to catch a connecting flight to…somewhere.

I imagine there are smiling greeters waiting for the new arrivals.  Though I doubt there is any need for identification or traveling papers as no one comes to this place accidentally or without previous notice.  All are expected and prepared for and known in advance.

Are there guides to show each one to the right departure gate?  Or are there signs and arrows–maybe a yellow brick road?

One thing I am pretty certain of–at this airport–you leave all your baggage behind!

Behold! I tell you a mystery.  We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed.  In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye…
                                                        1 Corinthians 15:51-52

Do you not love a good mystery?
Just wondering…

What are your thoughts?

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