by Andrea Elizabeth
The Angelic Powers were at Thy tomb, the guards became as dead men. Mary stood by Thy grave, seeking Thy most pure body. Thou didn’t capture hell not being tempted by it. Thou didn’t come to the Virgin, granting life. O Lord, Who didn’t rise from the dead, glory to Thee.
This is the second time in my life I’ve had the distinct impression I could assent to letting my flu-like symptoms progress to death if I wanted to, which I a little grudgingly declined. I must have a death wish nagging at me. I’m told that when I was a baby I was rushed to the hospital not breathing with pneumonia. I’ve wondered if I was snatched back from heaven back then. And I remember wondering since about age four why we bother with earth when heaven is so much better.
There is a morbid sort of logic that serial killers can easily have that they are setting people free from their suffering in this mortal coil. Dr. Kavorkian has a serial killer reputation because it seems the people going to him were too able bodied still. I think people in their last stages of painful terminal cancer are often given a little too much morphine to tip them over, and having watched what lingering cancer death can do to people, I don’t disagree with that.
But I think most of us who are tempted by death, should instead occupy ourselves with improving daily life.