We don’t have a random date with death. It will not come a day before or a day after it is appointed. I can hear the question in some minds out there. Can’t you hasten your death? What about the person who doesn’t eat right, or the drug addict who abuses his body? Don’t they shorten their days? And what about the desperate person who commits suicide?
The night my husband died, we (sons, daughters, friends, wife) spent the evening singing and praying at his bedside, hoping he could hear us: that our tears, our songs, our celebration, our mourning would stir the spirit within his rapidly failing body.