Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived. Weeks passed and the
twins developed. As their awareness grew, they laughed for joy:
"Isn't it great that we were conceived? Isn't it great to be alive?"
Together the twins explored their world. When they found their
mother's cord that gave them life, they sang for joy! "How great is
our mother's love, that she shares her own life with us!"
As weeks stretched into months, the twins noticed how much each was
changing. "What does it mean?" asked one. "It means our stay in
this world is drawing to an end," said the other.
"But I don't want to go," said one. "I want to stay here always."
"We have no choice," said the other. "But maybe there is life
after birth."
"But how can there be?" responded one. "we will shed our life cord
and how is life possible without it? Besides, we have seen
evidence that others were here before us, and none of them has
returned to tell us there is life after birth. No, this is the
end. Maybe there is no mother at all."
"But there has to be," protested the other. "How else did we get
here? How do we remain alive?"
"Have you ever seen our mother?" said one. "Maybe she only lives
in our minds. Maybe we made her up because the idea made us feel
good."
So, the last days in the womb were filled with deep questioning
and fear. Finally, the moment of birth arrived.
When the twins had passed from their world, they opened their
eyes and cried for joy - for what they saw exceeded their fondest
dreams.
That is death as experienced by Christians.
-- Author Unknown
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