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Where does the good go

Ashes to ashes

For the most part, I think a Christian society has a lot of trouble dealing with death. On the one hand, there’s the idea that the baptized, repented dead will eventually be called to Jesus in heaven where they will live forever with, as I understand it, premium cable channels, cupcakes and personal snow cone machines for everyone. Seriously, I cannot state enough how important snow cones are. Every family should have one.

Where was I?

Oh, yes, death in Christianity. But then, on the other hand, someone is dead. And while the theology of it may be all “hallelujah! Gone to glory,” it’s hard to be smiley happy whilst staring at a coffin. It’s an inconsistency I noted very early on in my Catholic upbringing. Unfortunately, I noted this inconsistency before developing the “no talking during funerals” filter. Though, I still maintain that telling Mrs. Hall that her husband is “lucky he gets to meet Jesus” was adorable. Come on! Have you seen what a cute six year old I was? Have you?

I’m not particularly well versed on how other religions treat death, I think I vaguely think I learned something about certain religions believing that if you lived a terrible life you were reincarnated as a dung beetle…though, I may just be remembering something from the Simpsons. I do that. Oh, so there is apparently this game called “Simpsons: Scene It,” and I think I could make a living challenging people to play me in it for money. This game very well may be my calling. Now, I just have to buy one. And find people willing to play it with me for money.

Wow, my train of thought is especially scattered this morning. 4:15 counts as morning, right? I can’t rightly say. I no longer sleep like your human species. I have evolved. Or devolved. Not sure, should probably take some cognitive tests. And now I am moving my index finger in front of my face to see if I can follow it with my eyes. I can.

But never mind all that, Avery used to say that when you die, you watch a movie of your whole life. For his sake, I hope that isn’t true. Who wants to see the DVD of a flick you walked out of not even half way through when it was in the theater?

Anyway, today’s poem touches on these thoughts, so everything is wrapped up in a neat little package. You’re welcome.

I died as a mineralby Jalal ed-Din Rumi

I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels blest; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e’er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones, ‘To Him we shall return.’

11 Responses to “Ashes to ashes”

  1. fisch Says:

    Are people afraid to comment?
    Boo.
    (sad btw)

  2. Dawn Summers Says:

    :) I know, right? fair weather commenters! #RUDE

  3. Alceste Says:

    I noticed the same thing as a kid. (Of course, rather than smarting off, I had become a godless heathen by the age of 9.) It just seemed strange to me that a lot of folks didn’t actually seem to believe what they said they believed (or hadn’t thought it through very well). At least as a Catholic you don’t get nearly as much of the “God did it for a reason” crap. (Which is probably what actually started me down the path of the heathen in the first place.)

  4. Pearatty Says:

    Too tired busy and sad to comment.

  5. Dawn Summers Says:

    that’s a lot of excuses all at once, pearatty. you shouldn’t squander ’em like that! :)

  6. Pearatty Says:

    Also, too much victim of sexism. That should be worth something.

  7. Dawn Summers Says:

    dammit, woman. pace yourself. you do know, the holiday thanksgiving through new year’s vacuum of non commenting is coming up, right?

  8. Pearatty Says:

    Hmm. Didn’t know there was a commenting season.

  9. Dawn Summers Says:

    Oh, there isn’t.

  10. Dawn Summers Says:

    Well, I mean, there is in that it’s all the time.

  11. Pi Says:

    As an atheist, I believe death is just the end of life and the dead feel no pain or happiness or grief…or anything. And as someone who supports the right to take one’s own life, and who believes that such a choice can be rational, I find some comfort in the fact that the dead are at peace and no longer experiencing the anguish or pain that drove them to reject life. That said, I feel incredible sadness for those who grieve and are left to bury and remember the dead. Regret is one of the worst emotions, I think.

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