It is just like God to speak through nonsense. While watching Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium I was struck by this quote as Mr. Magorium says goodbye to Mahoney:
When King Lear dies in Act Five do you know what William Shakespeare has written? He’s written, He Dies. That’s all, nothing more. No fan fare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of the dramatic literature is, He Dies. It takes Shakespeare’s genius to come up with, he dies. And yet every time I read those two words I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know its only natural to be sad, but not because of the words he dies, but because of the life we saw prior to the words. I’ve lived all five of my acts Mahoney and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I’m only asking that you turn the page. Continue reading. And let the next story begin. And if anyone ever asks what became of me you relay my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple, and modest, he died.
As we approach Ash Wednesday and the journey of Lent begins, we place the mark of the cross in ashes on our heads or hand. We are reminded that we are sealed with the same fate as everyone else. We will die. It is not morbid to think about it, it is reality. Yet we can look back at our lives with joy and beyond with excitement because our Savior did the same thing and yet so much more.