Whitesburg KY

The subject is death

I figured I would write about a taboo subject this time, and that taboo subject is death. About the only one who will approach the subject of death is a minister, a life insurance agent or a funeral director. But like it or not, we are all going to die whether we are ready or not. We know not the day or the hour, so we would be wise to get our house in order.

We own only one thing in life and that is our soul, and God gave us that. But He also wants us to give that soul back to Him.

It is not His wish that even one would be lost to Satan, but that’s our decision as to who gets our soul because the master we serve will get our soul and we can only serve one master. So the choice is ours.

I realize there are non-believers out there. By being non-believers, they are committing the one unforgivable sin. I don’t want anyone’s soul to be claimed by the devil but for the non-believers, I hope you are at the bedside of someone as they lie dying and didn’t get their house in order. I want you to hear them pleading for someone to pull their feet out of the fire. No, the bed won’t be burning and you won’t see the flames, but they will be feeling the flames of hell.

I just spent a week in the hospital and had plenty of time to think. My roommate was an old man who had been a minister since 1955. We talked about an hour on Friday and by Saturday evening he was fighting for his life with pneumonia.

A brother from some church asked me if it was OK to put me on their prayer list. I told him it would be appreciated, that I was an Old Regular Baptist and didn’t care what denomination he was because if he was a child of God, he was still my brother. A denomination is our choice and inspired by man, not God. We preach our own funeral as we go through life, and there’s no repentance beyond death.

I can’t seem to get things straight. October 30, I went to my lung doctor, Dr. Alam, and he sent me to Central Baptist. So February 20, I went to my heart doctor, Dr. Garamella, and out the back door I went again to the emergency room at Whitesburg Appalachian Regional Hospital and on to Hazard ARH. They starved me for 30 hours, including water, then they did the scope treatment. At first they were going to give me two units of blood, then they raised it to five.

While the nurse was hanging the eighth unit on the pole, I told her I thought I had a leak somewhere. She just looked at me and didn’t answer. I guess she didn’t like my sense of humor. But after 13 units, I quit leaking out.

Anyway, I’m a diabetic with bleeding ulcers, an infected colon, bad lungs, bad discs in my back, and my heart is out of rhythm. But I’m as stubborn as a mule. I refuse to just lie down and die. The doctors told me it was not an easy choice. I could try to keep taking my blood thinners and bleed to death or quit taking them and let the stent stop up again and die of a heart attack.

I let them make the decision, so I don’t take the blood thinners now. At least for awhile.

I would like to thank Elder David Jent for sending me on my way with prayer. If my articles stop suddenly, you will know the decision was the wrong one. But life itself is a gamble, and I am thankful just to be able to put both feet on the ground; many people can’t do that. And I would like to say this. When I see someone who claims to be a Christian and they are terrified at the thought of dying, I begin wondering if they have got their house in order as claimed. Think about it. Are you really ready?

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