Patient: I just wanna die with a little dignityAnd then in my 'Historical Theology' reading on Monday (in 'On the Incarnation'):
House: There’s no such thing! Our bodies break down, sometimes when we’re 90, sometimes before we’re even born, but it always happens and there’s never any dignity in it. I don’t care if you can walk, see, wipe your own ass, it’s always ugly, always.
We can live with dignity, we can’t die with it.
Athanasius: "A very strong proof of this destruction of death and its conquest by the cross is supplied by a present fact, namely this. All the disciples of Christ despise death; they take the offensive against it and, instead of fearing it, by the sign of the cross and by faith in Christ trample on it as on something dead."Whereas, I can't help but think, Christians don't always take that view. We brush death off as easily as everyone else - until it happens nearby. We need to mingle it with dying is gain but that doesn't make it light and dignified. If we can feel more of the horror of death might we also know more of the joy of life?