Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

I thank Greg Boyd for the metaphor.

I am warm and safe. I floats lazily around my protective cocoon. I have grown from a single cell to where I am today. Life has been somewhat predictable, and comfortable. I have adjusted.

Suddenly there is pressure! This safe world is starting to feel strangling. There are rhythms that are unfamiliar. There is a whooshing sound. The walls around me contract and I am forced into an uncomfortable position. Whoosh! I start to travel towards a small tunnel, that looks like it couldn't contain the size of my body. Whoosh! OH MY GOD! The pressure is increasing. My anxiety grows. Whoosh! Tighter, tighter, tighter! I can't breathe, I can't move! I feel like my body will implode. I wait for the end. This is death! My life is over. My life was far too short. The end is near! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! I AM DYING! DOESN'T ANYONE CARE!!!???

Release, blinding lights, prodding, prying, hands cupping. "Congratulations, it's a boy!

Tell me again, why am I so afraid of death?...WHOOSH!

1 comment:

NikPow! said...

I think Dr. Greg Boyd is amazing. I have read some of his books, and even shared "Letters From A Skeptic" with non-believing or on the fence believer friends of mine.