
“Every now and then I think about my own death.” Martin Luther King was only thirty-nine years old when he said these words and shared his thoughts about what he wanted his life to stand for. I think about these words a great deal these days but more in connection with my own life. The thought that someone only 39 years old had to contemplate the ramifications and implications of death is alarming. No one should have such worries until old age.
“It is necessary to meditate early, and often, on the art of dying to succeed later in doing it properly just once.”
― Umberto Eco, The Island of the Day Before
I don’t know when I started to think about dying but at age seventy-two, I suppose it is worth reflecting on. Wasn’t it Socrates who said that the “Unexamined life is not worth living?” Death is one part of life that many of us may put off thinking about until perhaps it is too late. I have had ample evidence that death is inevitable.
My grandfather died at the age of fifty-six when I was only eight years old in 1954. My father died in 1985 when he was 60 years old and I was not yet forty. My mother died in 1994 when she was 68 and my oldest sister died in 2002 when she was fifty-five years old. I have had many other relatives and friends who have already departed this world at an earlier than expected age. I seldom am surprised anymore by anyone else’s death.
Every now and then I think about dying and how I will succumb to Charon. Will I go willingly? Will I go honorably? Will my life have meant something? Will I have made a difference in the world? The how, when and where of death holds fascinating opportunities for reflection.
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
― Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Occasionally, I think about going out of this world, fast. I had a Yamaha FZ1 up to 160 mph on the I35 going to Duluth one morning. A crash at that speed might not have been going out in a blaze of glory, but it would have been quick. I wonder if it would have been painless? That would be a plus.
Sometimes I think about going out heroically. I dive into some icy river or rush into a burning house to save some poor soul. I don’t make it. Will the world remember me as a hero or some idiot with heroic aspirations who failed at his hero task?
Part of me would like to die in bed. I think of the remark that Clive Cussler made that the best way to go is in bed with your accountant telling you that you are ten dollars overdrawn in your account. I would die peacefully with my beloved Karen and sister Jeanine at my side. I would use my last breath to tell them how much I love them. No pain but no heroic antics either. Sort of a blah death in a way but it does have an appeal.
I was doing a morning run this week when the thought of dying kept intruding into my run. I sometimes think about how long it would take a bullet to hit me when I run in the mountains and desert. There are always some folks who seem to prefer shooting near the park rather than in the approved shooting ranges on the other side of the Casa Grande Mountains. I can hear the boom of their shots echoing across the desert valley. I wonder precisely how long it would take a stray bullet to strike me? A friend of mine said much less than one second. I count the seconds anyway after I hear a boom and wonder what my last thoughts will be.

Death accidently shot while running in the mountains would no doubt be a fast but ignominious way of dying. I am opting for something a little more glamourous. I think about the headline in the Casa Grande Dispatch the next day. “Man accidently shot while running trails in the mountains by MORON exercising his Second Amendment rights.” Man and MORON would be linked for all eternity. How will anyone weave this into my eulogy?
“I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.”
― Banksy
Some of you reading this might be thinking “This guy is really morose, maybe even suicidal.” The experts say that reflecting on death too much might not be healthy and might be evidence of suicidal tendencies. However, (as you might expect) other experts say that reflecting on death is a normal and even important aspect of aging that may help prepare us for the coming trials of old age. A quote I rather like goes like this “Old age is not for the faint of heart.”
My sister (who seems to know everyone in the State of Rhode Island) is five years younger than I am and manages to go to at least one or two funerals a month. I avoid funerals, but I prefer them to weddings. While funerals may be no more honest than weddings when it comes to the things people will say about the departed, at least funerals preclude any errant delusions of grandeur (For example, living happily ever after). How many newlyweds will manage to live happily ever after?
I have always said (half-jokingly) that I want to go first. I want Karen to live on long after I pass away and have a good life. Many of the things I do today are in a sense to help prepare for that eventuality. I had expected that Karen would no doubt survive me as women generally live longer than men. Besides, my life has been lived much faster than Karen’s and thus I have used up more of my “thread of life.” However, with old age I have had second thoughts on this expectation.
“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.”
― Shannon Alder
A few weeks ago, I was sharing a bottle of Brandy and some cigars with two friends, when I said that I hoped that I would go first as I could not think of being alone in this life without Karen. One of the other men astonished me when he said, “I want my wife to go first.” I immediately assumed that he was being selfish but being curious I asked him why? He explained very sincerely that his wife had been quite sick and that he had no one else to take care of her. He did not want to leave her alone without his help. I was moved by his charity and unselfishness which suddenly made my position seem quite the opposite. Selfish! Selfish! Selfish!
Another joke I have often made was that I married a nurse so that she could take care of me when I was old and feeble. I always thought this was funny. In the last few years, I have had a different perspective. My spouse (who really is a nurse) is getting older and frailer. The wear and tear of aging is very visible in new creases, new lines, slower movements and lower energy levels. The realization hit me like the proverbial brick a few years ago that I might be taking care of her rather than the other way around.

I doubt that anyone who knows me would ever think of me as a “caregiver.” But I have always been a pragmatist and so I have started taking some caregiver classes and classes on aging. I have also taken one on the various aspects of Dementia and Alzheimers. I will grow old along with my spouse and do what I can to take care of both of us. I may not always believe that the “best is yet to be” but I will do my best to help make this possibility a reality.

“To fear death, gentlemen, is no other than to think oneself wise when one is not, to think one knows what one does not know. No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew that it is the greatest of evils.”
― Socrates
I don’t want to glamorize getting old but neither do I want to disparage the possibilities that old age has for many of us. I will never know the how, when or where of my dying, but I can live my life the best I can and each day try to be the best person, husband, friend, father and neighbor that I can be. Each day life offers me more choices to grow old with dignity. To face the difficulties of aging more boldly and maybe even heroically. To paraphrase Martin Luther King, when I die:
- Don’t tell them about my titles
- Don’t tell them about my degrees
- Don’t tell them about my jobs
- Don’t tell them about the books I wrote or the places I have been
- Tell them I wanted to be a good person and was honest enough to know that I usually fell short.
Time for Questions:
Do your ever think about dying? What do you want to be remembered for? How would you like to die? Do you think you will go fast or slow?
Life is just beginning.
“In the end, I won’t say that I have ‘NO REGRETS’ because that would be bullshit. I have more regrets than I can count.” — J. Persico

This week, you will hear from one Jesus of Nazareth. He has been called by many names including: Messiah, Emmanuel, Christ, Lord, Master, Logos (the Word), Son of God and by himself more often The Son of Man. He is often credited with being the founder or perhaps foundation for a popular religion called Christianity. Today, it is difficult to see the link between the teachings of Jesus and many of these so-called Christian religions. I have it on good authority that Jesus never ever preached killing anyone and yet many of these so-called Christian religions are continually waving a banner of mayhem and destruction at those who think differently than they do. Anyway, it is time to let Jesus speak for himself.



I am talking about greed here. I am talking about wanting more and more regardless of the effects it has on the earth. I am telling you that happiness does not come from having more of things. The only true happiness comes from helping others. It is better to share with others who are needy than to amass a fortune that you cannot take with you. Those who berate the tax collector and call him a sinner and cheat are no better than the tax collector. Indeed, those who refuse to pay their fair share for the life they are given are worse than the tax collector.
I am talking about sin here. I am talking about grieving your mistakes and injustices towards others. No one can walk in this world without hurting others either deliberately or by mistake. But the people who will be comforted in the next world are those who regret their mistakes and injustices and ask for forgiveness. They are the people who acknowledge their sins and mistakes and try to make amends. I was not perfect, and no one born of this world is perfect. The good and just man admits his vices and tries to overcome them. The good and just man tries to make amends to the people he has hurt or abused.
The narcissist and the man full of hubris will do injustice to all they meet. The narcissist thinks that the world revolves around his needs, wants and desires, and is content to ignore the needs and wants and desires of others. The man of hubris is overly prideful and arrogant and thinks that he has earned the right to have more than others. Both feel that everyone else is there to serve their needs and that their needs come before the needs of anyone else. The injustice done by these beliefs amounts to a mountain of intolerance and discrimination towards anyone who is perceived as inferior or beneath their consideration. For this reason, I say “Do not look upon yourself as being better than others. Remember that there but for the grace of God, would you go.”
world. No one who is not seeking righteousness and justice can expect to find peace. I say that your task is to look for justice where there is injustice. To look for goodness where there is wickedness. You can never complete your search. Your hunger will never be sated. Your thirst will never be quenched. Each generation must take up the search because evil is in our own hearts. Only by looking to replace evil with justice and righteousness can the evil that is within us be banished. We are all born with original sin, but the righteous man is the one who overcomes their sinfulness by replacing it with a goodness that transcends earthly needs and desires.
Those who show mercy towards others will have mercy shown towards them. I lived in a time when lepers, Samaritans, non-Jews and many others were thought to be unworthy of mercy. Mercy was always for those in our own tribe. This meant mercy for Jews if you were a Jew. Mercy for Romans if you were a Roman. No mercy was to be shown to the poor for they were lazy. No mercy was to be shown to the sick because they were sinners. No mercy was to be shown to those of other religions because they were “non-believers.”
I say to you that the pure of heart are those with integrity and character. They are without selfishness and seek primarily to do good for others regardless of the cost to themselves. They are not opportunists who try to squeeze the most for themselves at every turn of events. Neither are they sycophants who yield their ideas and actions to others so they can creat more profit for themselves. The pure of heart are not greedy. They are not profit driven. They are not out for fame and fortune. The pure of heart care only about the good they can do for others. Others include the entire human race and not simply those who belong to their tribe or religion or country. Those who put humanity above patriotism, humanity above family, humanity above friendships and humanity above self will surely see God.
Rage, jealousy, ingratitude, intolerance, bigotry and fear are the enemies of peace. Those who want peace must be willing to beat their swords into plowshares. If you follow my Beatitude, you will disarm yourself. You will throw down your guns. You will deactivate your nuclear weapons. You will turn your armies for war into armies for education. There is no peace possible in aggression. There is no peace possible in hatred. There is no peace possible in defensiveness. The only path to peace is to turn the other cheek. How many times have I said you must do this to find peace?
Actions speak louder than words. All those who cry out “Lord, lord” will not enter into the kingdom of heaven. What good is the salt if it has lost its taste? Those who speak beautiful words will not enter my kingdom without beautiful deeds to match their words. I spoke out my ideas and thoughts. I challenged the powers that were corrupt. I was taken up to the mountain and promised fame and fortune and power by Satan if I renounced my beliefs, but I remained steadfast. I was persecuted and crucified, but I never renounced my beliefs. How then do you think you will be saved by being nice to others and by silencing your thoughts in the face of evil? No one who speaks my name should expect to escape persecution. There is no change without struggle and oppression.

Jesus talked about the three classes of good people. The first class hears his message but has little time to do anything about it. The second class hears the message and when convenient they try to help others and spread the message of Jesus. The third class commits their body and soul to sharing Jesus’s message. The third class of men/women make a commitment to doing this year round and 24/7. For the third class, it is not a onetime thing or something to be done when they have time or are not busy. It is a lifetime commitment to share his message with the world.
The Joy of Christmas is a state of fulfillment, contentment and gratitude. Through the love of others who give selflessly of themselves, we can all be free to experience a Joy that cannot be bought or traded. It is one of the reasons that giving and not receiving is said to be the true path to happiness. During the holidays, we are excited about the chance to give to others. And nowhere is that feeling of giving more delightful than in watching the face of a young child receive something that we know they really wanted. However, Joy to the World should mean more than just giving toys to tots. There are physical gifts which we can give but there are also emotional and spiritual gifts as well.
I am frequently critical of all the toy drives that I see going on at Christmastime. Not just because I think most kids in America have more toys than they know what to do with, but because of the message that this sends. Why not I ask, have a “books for tots” drive? Why not give books for a present? Why is it always about toys? We become so narrowly focused that we lose sight of the larger picture.
Thus, Jesus did not come to replace the commandments but he did come to go beyond the commandments. God brought the commandments to Moses but the message that Jesus brought to us is in addition to the commandments. Jesus extended the Ten Commandments with a list that has come to be known as the Eight Beatitudes. A beatitude is something that gives one both happiness and blessedness. Jesus gave these Eight during his famous Sermon on the Mount:
I am continually surprised by so-called Christians who seem to revel in the Ten Commandments but treat the Eight Beatitudes as though they were bastard children of Satan. When was the last time you heard anyone wanting to put up a statue or sculpture or sign with the Eight Beatitudes on it? The Message of Christmas is the Eight Beatitudes. The Joy that Jesus wanted to bring to the world can only come by following the Eight Beatitudes. If you call yourself a Christian but you do not practice these in you daily life, then you are not spreading the Gospel of Jesus.
words of the Beatitudes go beyond any one religion. They speak to a way of being in the world and a way of treating other human beings. Just as I have found valuable teachings in other religions, I think more Christians should be willing to share the Message of Jesus in the Eight Beatitudes. Keep in mind though, that sharing this message will never work unless you also live by the message. You must be the change you want to see in others. Do you know what the famous Indian Chief Sitting Bull said when asked what he thought of Christianity? Chief Sitting Bull replied: “I have read your Bible and the religion seems good but I do not see many White people practicing it.”








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