Death, All In or All Out

I hate death.  It has taken my dad, my Papaw, my Grannie, two of my best friends and the older I get the stronger I can feel its grip on me.  I have coffee with my 99-year-old Mamaw every morning and it is ravaging her body even though her mind is still strong.  I awoke sometime in the night with the old hymn line,  “Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior…”  At some point every human has to decide on Jesus, either all in or all out.  There is no half measure to death, either “Up from the grave He arose…He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose” or “vainly they watch his bed…”