How might you die? Possibly in the dark of night, possibly the light of day, but you will be dead, either way.

Death by accident or natural death as it is called? Know you not, because such a final moment cannot be known by the befallen.

Will you look good in your casket for all to see and mourn? Could it be that cremation will remove your look of scorn?

Will you be allowed to “take it with you”, or will you make your final journey empty-handed? The Grand Reaper knows the answer but he isn’t talking.

Isn’t it strange how all words cease to be spoken, all acts cease to be completed, all thoughts forever remain frozen in time, and all sights will never again be seen?

The finality of death serves to prove the awesome power of the enemy who stalks us to the very end of the life of our body. Death fulfills the purpose, of both punishment and prophesy, as spoken by our Father Who art in Heaven.

Where will your arrogance go? What about those...