A few years ago I interviewed a well-known Christian person for a blog post I was writing. As we talked on the phone I wrote down everything she said, trying not to miss anything. She talked about many parts of her life, but one in particular stayed with me. She said she walks through the cemetery every day to help her keep life in perspective and help her remember the true meaning of life. When she said this I felt like I had met my soul sister. I, too, find comfort in hanging out in cemeteries. I don't admit that to people because it's a bit morose, but it's true.
I am quite melancholic like the woman I interviewed, which means that generally I do not find fear in death, but instead I find great relief. With that said, what you're about to read may not be what you expect. And if you do not share a melancholic temperament or personality (I'm a four on the Enneagram, by the way), you may struggle with relating to my words. However, keeping my mind planted on the end and, more importantly, on eternity is truthfully how I find joy in a cynical and scary world.
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