March 06, 2007
Dead or Alive
As my husband nears retirement we’ve discussed income, savings and survivor benefits. In looking at survivor benefits, it doesn’t take a CPA to know that he is worth more to me alive than he is dead. In good natured fun I told Bill that if the need ever arose, I might seriously consider keeping him hooked up to a machine in order to maintain my same standard of living. All joking aside, I’m now wondering how God feels about the dead or alive scenario and my question is, “Am I worth more to God dead or alive?”
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Gail,
I’m reminded of the time I sat down with my wife to educate her on our finances just in case something happened to me. It was a heavy subject and at the time I wasn’t surprised that Ruthie became quiet. Later in the day she still seemed somewhat pouty. Finally, she was able to tell me she hadn’t before realized that I had three times more life insurance than she did. “Honey,” I said. “If I die, I don’t get any of it!”
Gail;
-----Tough question. I can not simply project my attitudes towards death and life support equipment upon God. His Word is rather silent on the topic, at least in any direct treatment. In my own thinking, I tend to give life a due amount of respect, as much as I can see it assigned by the Word. Sometimes the Word says to take life, sometimes it says to preserve it. Most of the time the Bible treats death as merely intertwined with the activity and hubbub of life. It is what we get for being born into the system of death.
-----For myself, I look at a cost and benefit equation. The more the cost of preserving life when it is merely biological activity, the less I would desire to be plugged into a machine simply sustaining that activity. If Char could tote my motionless, biologically active carcass home and stand me in a corner, then all ok, she can do it and I will live or die. It is her call, not mine. She would be the one doing all the work to simply keep a mess making machine in operation. If she didn’t desire to incur so much effort to just get piles of mess, and anyone else thought I had to survive for their feelings, maybe I would fit in their corner. Frankly, my life insurance isn’t all that bad!
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