Death and Courage

This morning, I attended the funeral of a fourteen year old girl who died from a horrible disease.

As her family talked about this remarkable daughter of God in fond remembrance, I learned just how brave she was during the final weeks of her young life.

I reflected on what exactly it means to have courage when facing death right in the face.

To have grace, kindness, hope, faith and great love... even when facing death right in the face.

On the way home from the service, I thought about the difference between what it means to die with great courage and what it means to live with great courage.

And I realize, now, that there is no difference.

They are one and the same.

The sharp knife of a short life, well,
I've had just enough time

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em, oh

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls

--The Band Perry