Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

One of my friends passed on the other day.  In a few months after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, he was gone.  I still can’t believe his passing and wonder about my own mortality.  I am born.  I live and then die.  This year I turned sixty two years old and the clock is ticking.

In Macbeth, Shakespeare wrote,
Threescore and ten I can remember well:
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.

The Bible says our days on earth are like a lengthened shadow (Psalm 102:11).  I wonder about the frivolous matters I chased or the million moments I worried needlessly.  In his book The Imitation of Christ, these words are attributed to Thomas a Kempis.  Sic transit Gloria mundi. It means “Thus passes the glory of the world.”  Kings and paupers, the rich and the famous, the brilliant and the dumb must all face the same end.    

I know, you are thinking this guy is depressing and still grieves the loss of his dear friend.  Don’t rush to conclusions.  If death had the last say, then “let’s eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die.”

Jesus offers us hope when he says, “I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me will live even if he dies, and everyone who lives and believes in Me will never die.” (John 11:25)

My friend loved his family and served his community and church.  He faced those final moments with courage and dignity because he believed Jesus.



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