Name:Cowboy Country:United States State:Tennessee Metro:Chattanooga Gender:Male
Interests:horses, paintball, camping, singing, writing, trying to Love my Bride as Christ Loves His Expertise:horses, landscaping, music, romance Occupation:Student
It's time. we're about to leave for the hospital. So I'll leave you with a poem that I wrote some time ago about today...and about later. I think that this is both the past and the future of us all. Only the last two lines vary. Pics to come soon as I can get them up.
"It's like Jonesing for Chick-Fil-A on a Sunday" Wilson Grutzner
Thank you to those of you who asked me why I've been gone fr so long. Among other reasons...we've been using a lot of our time preparing for Joseph to get here. He's due Wednesday, but anytime would be fine.
I've been thinking a lot about birth and death lately, and how they are very much the same. I've even taken to telling little Joe "C'mon son, go toward the light!" I learned an interesting thing from Mrs. Cowboy's OB as well (he happens to be a Christian). He said that when a baby's heart first starts beating, it is normal for it to be 200+ beats per minute!! By the time it's a boy or girl, it's about 100 bpm, and I know that if I get upwards of 70bpm, the doctors tell me to lay off the meth. (just kidding). Dr. Smith told us that he had an old lady kin who was 102 years old. she slipped and fell, and they took her to the hospital just to be sure she hadn't broken anything, and they were taking her vital signs. the nurse looked at her in amazement. "How in the world are you still alive with 27 beats per minute???"
You see, not even from the minute we are born, but from the very first beat of a zygote's heart, that person is dying.
Is not birth and death the same process? One grows up in the only world they have ever known, then, whether through a natural process, or because of circumstance, that world collapses, and all the things that they know are collapsing around them. it is not a choice of theirs, but the one who carries them and the nature of the world they know, for all things must die, and all worlds end. It is not that they do not know of this world, they hear echoes of things they cannot possibly wrap their infantile minds around. Only the unveiling of that unknown world can begin to make them understand. In essence, we will all experience two births and two deaths. In the one, all known and understood things are done away with, and we see our earthly parents. In the other, all known and understood things are done away with, and we see our other-worldly parent...one way or the other.
The next time I post here, it will be as I am leaving for the hospital to meet my son as he dies to his world and is born to mine. After all, he was not made to be in his mother's womb forever, now was he?
What do you think? Is birth and death really all that different?
Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
Here's the song to listen to while you read the lyrics. It is a lot like the circle trilogy by Ted Dekker. It is meant to be sung before the actual song...but the song itself is meant to be sung before (younger people)...however, the fact that one is older does not change the mechanics of the thing...a circular explanation...
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