“There is a time to be born and a time to …”
We thrive on the born part and deny the die as long as possible. When it’s a new life, a new relationship, even a new dream, we pin our hopes on all the promising possibilities. “Ahhh, life is good. Everything’s comin’ up roses!”
But when the “time to die” looms, we recoil from reality. Yet, as demonstrated daily across the landscape of God’s magnificent Creation, something often must end before something new can begin.
Whether it’s a job or a Super Bowl ring that suddenly vaporizes, is this really the end of the world? Or can something wonderful replace such agonizing disappointment?
A wooden cross on a Judean hillside proved that it can. And did. And does.