Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Holy dying …

The Mercy of Sickness before Death. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

What once might have seemed like wastes of time—a solitaire game, a television show you would never have admitted to watching, the idle poking around for useless information—may become unex­pected sources of joy, the low-key celebrations of being alive. The difference is that when you are conscious of choosing how to spend your time, and when you discover that you enjoy your choices, they take on a meaning they could never have had before.


  1. I don't know why I find this extremely disturbing as well as uplifting. I cannot bring myself to look at death with such a clear eye. May God give the writer strength!

  2. Professor Myers has been my blogging "friend" and virtual colleague (i.e., we were both in academia) for quite a few years, and now I have no words as a response to his latest comments -- both at Image and at his blog. I hope everyone will read what he has written. Has anyone ever been so candid and profound about life, cancer, and death?