Death and the Color of the Carpet
Death sneaks up on you. It does not ask permission. No one can escape it. Death doesn’t care if you are Paleo, healthy, vegan, tall, short, black, white, brown, Italian, Indian, young, old, from Canada or the Caribbean, it comes for all.
In recent weeks two acquaintances almost died and needed emergency surgery. A friend is knocking on deaths door as we speak. Death has no rivals, is inconsiderate, and comes like a thief in the night.
When one of these friends talked about dying a few short months back he said, “When I went to church I didn’t care what color the carpet was any longer. Didn’t care about music selection, or what words the pastor used in the sermon.”