Words from Dic(tionary)
Alive: (adj.) living; not dead.
One of my favorite stories from the Good Book is the discourse between the angel sitting on the stone that had been rolled away from the tomb of Jesus with the women who had come to make him smell sweeter for burial.
The reason I like it so much is that it’s filled with attitude.The angel pipes off with a bit of verve, “Why do you seek the living among the dead?”
It’s really kind of bratty–especially since these ladies had just seen Jesus die, and were trying to be nice … with spice.
But the angel had insider information. Jesus was alive.
It’s so powerful that I am determined to only pursue situations in my time on earth that welcome being alive. How do we know when something is alive?
Yes, there is an appetite. A true sign of sickness is that the sight of food makes us throw up. And the evidence of indifference is when we no longer want to eat information to make us stronger.
Things that are alive are thirsty.
They need to replenish fluids because they’re constantly losing them. If they don’t, they dry up and blow away.
I believe being alive involves some manifestation of laughing.
Maybe it’s not always an outward giggle, but it is a sense of good cheer–that nothing is over until it’s over, so why discuss the premature death of anything?
But in like manner, to be alive requires crying.
If we don’t lament loss and acknowledge the absence, we will not have the sensibility to fill the vacuum.
You can tell something is still alive because it’s trying.
I once saw a bird fall from the sky, injured. But even though it was wounded, it continued to move, attempting to gain flight. It lifted from the ground with its one remaining wing, for a few feet successful, and then fell again. But eventually the bird made its way to a place of safety. It kept trying.
I meet individuals who consider themselves intellectual superiors because they have given up on the idea of human beings. I don’t argue with them. It’s ridiculous to debate with the deceased.
And finally, if something is alive, it’s growing.
I’ve been dealing with this in the past month. Just because I’m aging does not mean I can’t keep my muscles toned, my diet correct and my aspirations courageous. When we stop growing, we are bedding down for our death.
Look for things that are alive.
And stop seeking the living among the dead.