I'm still here. Ocho is snoozing by my side, Jon Courson is speaking on hell from my Xbox, Stephanie is surfing at her computer. The Pope died yesterday, Terri Shiavo died (or, was murdered via starvation) last Thursday, and the Friday before that we remembered Jesus' death by crucifixion.
Interesting thought that each one of us are bound together by this common thread called death. Ocho (my poodle) will one day be a stiff lifeless furball, my wife will one day breathe her last breath, and the fingers I am currently using will one day lie still, cold and gray, food for worms.
Of course, while it is true that even Jesus died, he is completely set apart from any other person who has ever lived, in that he rose from the dead. Now it is true that others have risen from the dead throughout history (read your Bible) but Jesus rose completely victorious over death, and because he lives, we too can have eternal life.
