You’ve heard the joke, right? You know, it goes like this: All religion is, is Death Insurance! You pay the premium, but when it’s time to make a claim . . . The Insurance Company is more than willing to pay up – but YOU are NO WHERE TO BE FOUND! YUCK. Yuck. Yuck.
Weird thing is – that’s not far wrong. No, no. Don’t worry. I’m not going to go all atheist on you. But. The fact of the matter is that Death is the Big Scary – and that’s for sure. We don’t know what’s on the other side. We think. We hope. We believe . . . then we hope some more.
But I say, “Why worry about it!” It happens to us all – at least at this point in time (yeah, I do read sci-fi). We’re going to go whether our Grand Exit is accompanied by organ music: “duh-duh-duh – DUH!” or by a choir of angels: “Ahhhhhhh . . . “
Yup. Yup. Yup. But that’s not really The Thing, is it? It’s not so much how we are going to die or where we go after that (well, it sorta is). It’s how we make our way there, don’t ya think? We don’t need Death Insurance . . . we need Gettin’-Through-Life Insurance! And Brother… Sister… do I have a policy for you!
Ms. Catherine Lambert, OP
