Psalm 73:25-26: “Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”

Once I was in the hospital with congestive heart failure. If there is such a thing as muscle memory, that memory is indelibly written into my heart muscle. My heart remembers and my body remembers. My body also remembers how it felt like when all my organs worked seamlessly, but this physical reality does not last.

Physical reality, here it is: nothing we build lasts. Everything eventually turns into trash. Recyclable trash hopefully, but trash nonetheless! Here goes Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street:

“I have here a sneaker that’s tattered and worn
It’s all full of holes and the laces are torn
A gift from my mother the day I was born
I love it because it’s trash

Oh, I love trash!
Anything dirty or dingy or dusty
Anything ragged or rotten or rusty
Yes, I love trash”

Oscar the Grouch is right. We all love trash. We all love things that will eventually go away, don’t we? Not to mention people!

We can get a kick out of health and well-being while the hormone flow is just right, our brains function, we can articulate ourselves, we can move, we are unfettered by gravity. However, all these functionalities end up in dysfunction as we age. And what about people whose bodies feel like a war zone from infancy to adulthood?

The good news is: we are recyclable. Our souls live forever. Our being was not created to be thrown away. We are in for the long haul. Jesus came to restore us to functionality. Our bodies fall apart as we get older, but our being doesn’t. We’re still the same person we were when we were born, more experienced, yes, but still the same person. Death is a heartache all creatures on this planet have to go through. I still cry when I think of the moment when I held our senior cat in my arms watching her take her last breath. Death is a major dysfunction and we all suffer from it.

It’s faith that turns trash into gold. Futility and meaninglessness evaporates by the touch of His hand. Jesus is the resurrection and the Life.

My heart is set on eternity. I embrace the Almighty in my thoughts, and He gives me what nothing else in this world can give me: Life with a capital L: Life that defies death and futility and is filled to the brim with love.

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