Death is just the end of one journey and beginning of another. About two years ago I had what we thought was a terminal illness. I was confined to a bed for 21 hours/day and in constant, excruciating pain. Death was ever at my doorstep. Literally I was living from hour to hour. I ended up being in this state for nine straight months. At such times as these you begin to look at life, and reality, very differently. Meanwhile because I believe in certain things I wasn't at all afraid of death; moreover it would be these very beliefs which would get me through the torture (not just physical, but mental) of my illness. Did I mention that I was all alone almost the whole while with no one to sympathize and not a single hallmark card? Having been at death's door I can tell you from experience that it is not scary if you know where you are headed.
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."
Jim Elliot, 1927-1956 Philip James Elliot was an evangelical Christian missionary to Ecuador who, along with four others, was killed while attempting to evangelize the Waodani peoplethrough efforts known as Operation Auca.