How many of us fear death? Is it the unknown quantity which transfixes us, much like a deer facing the oncoming headlights of a car as it bears down upon them? There is a scripture that creates a humbling attribute for me:
2 Corinthians 12:9
King James Version (KJV)
9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
The emphasis should be placed upon the verse “For my strength is made perfect in weakness”. How many times have we heard those who rebut the thought of religion to suddenly find it when a catastrophic occurrence appears in their lives? The phrase “There are no atheists in foxholes” comes to mind.
Strength made perfect in weakness – when things are at their worst, when we have nowhere else to turn is when we look to a greater power to take the pain and heartache from us. And sometimes, in our darkest hour it is removed from us. However, often it is not and then it is upon us how we react to the knowledge that it may, indeed, be our end; whether it be a debilitating illness, the death of another, the loss of everything once held dear. God works best when someone acknowledges their weakness and it is only then he can rebuild them into greatness, much like a military boot camp, remaking – remolding – them into something better than they were before. How we perform in the face of fear tells us a great deal on our character. Will we succumb to the soul-crushing realization of our own mortality or will we rise above it and in the lyrics of a song by Tim McGraw, “Live like you were dying”.
This young woman epitomizes that adage. She rose above it all.