No one gets out alive

Wherein the Author, With Uncommon Frankness and Tremulous Candor, doth Lay Bare the Secret Agitations of His Spirit Concerning the Awful Contrivances and Unseen Engines Employed by That Most Dread Visitant, The Reaper of Mortal Breath, and the Stygian Gulfs of Oblivion That Attend the Cessation of All Conscious Being

I had a doctor's appointment recently that I was nervous about. And by nervous, I am being generous. So, the day before the appointment, during my morning prayer time, I found myself suddenly talking to God about my fear of death. Perhaps that surprises you—but it is what it is. And after all this time, and yes, faith, there is a part of me that still fears death. Is terrified, really. That's probably why I take solace in a passage like the one in Matthew 28 when we see some of the disciples were doubting that Jesus rose, even while they worshiped him (Matthew 28:17). 

It isn't an all the time thing. Sometimes my faith is borderline legitimate, and I can confidently and honestly sing those great lyrics, "No guilt in life, no fear in death, this is the power of Christ in me." But that is only sometimes. 

But God is merciful and tender in the administration of his mercy. And immediately after this time of prayer, I turned on the radio, and this song started. It was exactly what I needed to hear. 

So, in case I'm not alone, and there's someone else out there unhappy with the reality that when it comes to this life, no one gets out alive, I offer you the song Oh Death by MercyMe.