I just published a book entitled "Views from Atop My Bedpan about living my life in reverse through the healthcare industrial complex.
What if I was born and got the pain and agony of dying out of the way right off the bat? I envision my death after, like Jesus, I was transfigured and enabled to live backward. Jesus was mortal until that moment on the Mount of the Transfiguration. Elijah and Moses showed up for that, which was partial fulfillment of Jewish prophesy, but the only ones who observed the event were Jesus groupies.
Today's Lenten lesson doesn't explicitly talk about the transfiguration. Jesus dies, and stays dead. He's placed in a tomb and wrapped in 100 pounds of perfume and spices to cure his body. I wonder if that stash included the perfume used by the lady at the Lazarus party to wipe down Jesus's feet. Jesus explicitly said it was okay for her to take the remainder to his tomb.
In my imagined death, I keeled over at 79 but simultaneously born.
We ultimately die alone, and my death was no exception. I was loading the dishwasher and fainted. I landed on top of a sushi knife that protruded from the silver ware holder and committed unintentional harakiri. It was the one time I didn't place the knife on the top rack with the cups and glasses.
It was like I was fated to die that day.
The EMTs and firefighters arrived and I was pronounced dead after a freak accident. The last 10 years of my life were largely unproductive and I was in a coma for that time when I suddenly snapped out of it at the young age of 70.
I progress through life physically getting younger but chronologically older. I finally die with a happy ending at my conception and no longer a twinkle in my parents' eyes.
— alanohashi
What if I was born and got the pain and agony of dying out of the way right off the bat? I envision my death after, like Jesus, I was transfigured and enabled to live backward. Jesus was mortal until that moment on the Mount of the Transfiguration. Elijah and Moses showed up for that, which was partial fulfillment of Jewish prophesy, but the only ones who observed the event were Jesus groupies.
Today's Lenten lesson doesn't explicitly talk about the transfiguration. Jesus dies, and stays dead. He's placed in a tomb and wrapped in 100 pounds of perfume and spices to cure his body. I wonder if that stash included the perfume used by the lady at the Lazarus party to wipe down Jesus's feet. Jesus explicitly said it was okay for her to take the remainder to his tomb.
In my imagined death, I keeled over at 79 but simultaneously born.
We ultimately die alone, and my death was no exception. I was loading the dishwasher and fainted. I landed on top of a sushi knife that protruded from the silver ware holder and committed unintentional harakiri. It was the one time I didn't place the knife on the top rack with the cups and glasses.
It was like I was fated to die that day.
The EMTs and firefighters arrived and I was pronounced dead after a freak accident. The last 10 years of my life were largely unproductive and I was in a coma for that time when I suddenly snapped out of it at the young age of 70.
I progress through life physically getting younger but chronologically older. I finally die with a happy ending at my conception and no longer a twinkle in my parents' eyes.
— alanohashi
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