Death Cafe profile for jmoore
“The grass withers; the flower fades when the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers; the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever” (Isaiah 40:7-8).
We are grass. We wither and fade away. We will die.
I rarely think of my death. I suppose I’m like many, if not most, of us. Many say it is morbid. The etymology of “morbid ...