Syd, my father in law, laughed at death. Rose, my mother in law, told me that when Syd purchased a cemetary lot, he laid down on the grass of that spot. Laying on his back, he made arm and leg motions as though he was making a "snow angel" as children do laying in snow. But, in reality, he was terrified of death.
Syd was an athiest even though he had been raised in a conservative Jewish home and considered himself a Jew. He laughed at the spiritual beliefs of Judaism. We were leaving the Jewish cemetary where he had purchased the burial plots. It was the occasion of the ceremony of the burial of Rose's mother. There was a group of us walking together and a Rabbi was right behind Syd and me. I noticed that there were twelve pictures in a mural on a wall. I asked Syd, "What do those pictures stand for, the twelve tribes of Israel?" Syd replied, "What am I, an Indian?" We laughed, but the Rabbi behind us overheard this. He asked me, "Where did you get this knowledge?" (I did not have the heart to tell the Rabbi that I had learned about the twelve tribes of Israel in Sunday school.)
There are many like Syd who believe that any religion, Christianity included, is nothing but the imagination of people who are afraid to die. After all, Syd was afraid to die but refused to acknowledge that fact. Others as well, will make fun of Christians for believing a so called "fairy tale".
There is no truth in the aspect of Syd's belief that Christianity is a fairy tale. Faith in Jesus Christ has been challenged by philosophers and scientists who are using science as the tool of their personal pbilosophy. Nevertheless, Christianity has stood the test of the heaviest challenges that Satan could level against it. All of hell cannot overcome the reality of one answered prayer.
It is a miracle that Rose, in her eighties, decided to accept Christ as her personal Savior, her Jewish Messiah. Syd refused to accept Christ in obstinate resistance to the witness of the Gospel to him as he lay in his death bed.
Syd died first. Stefanie, my wife, could not bear to go into his room to identify his body as being Syd. (This is required legally for the death certificate.) So, I went in to see Syd's body and identify him. There his body laid on the death bed. He had an absolute look of fright. It was as though the last thing he saw was the angel of death coming for him. With one hand he had grasped the sheet to pull it up over his face. His head was arched backward and his eyes wide open in absolute fear. His other arm had the forearm straight upward with his hand open in the form of a claw as though he was in a final struggle. His fear of death became a picture of it. He went into a certain eternity that was no joke.
Rose dearly loved Syd. Stefanie visited her about a week after we buried Syd in his cemetary lot. Rose did not want to live without Syd. However, her attitude toward death was now simply that it was a stepping stone into the next life. Stefanie did her best to encourage her mother to continue to live. As Stefanie sat on the edge of Rose's bed, Rose looked up into space and seemed to see a lovely spiritual image. Rose reached out for it. Stefanie took her mother's hand and told her, "No, mom, stay with us." But, the next day Rose passed peacefully to her reward with her Messiah.
Which future would you choose? We all make such a choice even by refusing to make one. I choose to place my faith where Rose placed hers. I hope you do as well.