It came as quite a shock yesterday that Christopher Reeve died. Known for his portrayal of the comic book hero Superman, the movie "Somewhere in Time" and others, Mr. Reeve became an outspoken activist for stem cell research with his political leanings apparent at the DNC in 2000. He was an indefatigable presence both behind and in front of the movie camera and had a passion for his work. He was 52.
Later in the day, news came of the death of Ken Caminiti, the long time Houston Astros third baseman, who also had a passion. His play and drive at the game of baseball was long admired although there a few times his drug problem would get the better of him. He was 41.
Lastly a Redmond, Washington teenager, Laura Hatch, would be found alive after 8 days stuck in a wrecked car at the bottom of a 100 foot drop from the road. When she had not returned from an outing she had been given up for dead but found through what could only be described as the fortune and favor of God...
Last night, more than 100 friends and acquaintances from Creekside Covenant Church cheered and sang at a celebratory prayer service that had been scheduled as a vigil before Hatch was found..."God works in powerful ways," said Stacey Behee, a church member who organized the vigil-turned-celebration. She said the congregation held several prayer vigils last week for Hatch. As the week wore on, they never lost hope, said Anji Smith, another church member. "People just kept believing," she said. "And it worked."
What do all these have in common? Whether rich, poor, famous, infamous, celebrity or unknown, God has had a hand in each life. I believe that God desires all to come to the personal knowledge of His Son, Jesus Christ, and thereby be saved from everlasting separation from God, which is hell. The proud He humbles and the lowly He exalts. I did not know the spiritual conditions of Mr. Reeve and Mr. Caminiti, nor would I suggest to know their ultimate destiny in the life to which they have gone. All the benevolence, all the accolades, all the personal achievements and all the warm feelings matter not on the other side of the grave. Celebrity status is meaningless before the glory of God. I will not venture a guess as to Ms. Hatch's spiritual condition, although I think that the conditions surrounding her rescue, in light of the passing of Mr. Reeve and Mr. Caminiti, suggest something to which I've given some thought.
We live in a post modern culture that considers death a mercy. But isn't it rather living life that is the mercy? I read an article called
"Do not push gently into that good night" earlier in the week. A poignant piece which had the following to say...
Death is never a mercy. To characterize death as merciful is to invest it with nearly altruistic qualities, with tenderness, which is a kind of anthropomorphizing, as if death has a personality and we can alter its features, render it more kindly, make of it even a friend.
Our culture has turned from the culture of life into a culture of death. It has crossed over from mercy into judgment all the while thinking it has escaped judgment into mercy. Each new day is an opportunity to assume a merciful standing before a holy, just God. Ms. Hatch has been given just such an opportunity by God's grace and that is cause to wonder. There is a fine line between life and death, between mercy and judgment, between the decisions which lead to God and those which lead to darkness. The choices each of us make are fraught with consequences which can turn us toward or away from God. As the saying goes, "But for the grace of God, go I." The living have been given the mercy to choose, as it is
appointed unto man once to die and then judgment. I often think about the lyrics to the Wayne Watson song "Fine Line".
There's a fine line
Between contentment and greed
Between the things that I want
And the things that I need
Between "enough is enough"
And where desires feed
It's a fine line
How do I live with so much
Here with the spoil of the blessed
And not abandon this boat
For the sea of excess
To aspire to great things
Yet be filled with humbleness
It's a fine line--Oh yes, it's a fine line
I mourn the passing of Mr. Reeve, Mr. Caminiti and others who passed from this earth yesterday. I mourn not as though I knew them or shared in their accomplishments personally. I mourn that their days of mercy have ended. I pray that those left behind would seize the merciful opportunity before them.