Death Does Not Win
His truth keeps marching on.
Scribble this down somewhere in your heart for a day when you really need to hear it: DEATH DOES NOT WIN.
Whether someone you loved struggled for ages with some disease or discomfort — or whether that person was plucked from the Earth unexpectedly at a young age — DEATH DOES NOT WIN.
In Heaven, the ones you love are reconstituted in love just as you expect to see them, protected and cherished in the company of angels who’ve waited forever to meet them.
Meanwhile, inside YOU something magical has happened.
While Death celebrates and dances on a grave somewhere, inside of YOU the people you love live on indelibly…and the good that you do…all the things you create…all the people you touch in your lives…gain a small part of the people you loved too.
Death can’t win, because Death is not powerful enough to destroy a person’s spirit or ever erase their memory from those who’ve been positively impacted by their well-lived lives.
Remember this.
Take strength in it.
Count on it.
DEATH DOES NOT WIN.
Go out into the world and secure your own place in immortality by making a difference in something that matters to you and becoming for others what the people you cherish are for you.
Love conquers all.
© 2012, Kevin DuJan. All rights reserved.
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Your writing always touches and inspires me.You have Andrew’s spirit.;
Amen!
Absolutely, Kevin. At times like this, I remember the poem ‘Death Be Not Proud’ by John Donne.
My mother said the very same thing at my father’s funeral. Reading this just now makes me cry just thinking of that day. I am so sad over Mr. Breitbart’s passing. This article made me choke up this morning: http://www.weeklystandard.com/blogs/breitbart-s-last-laugh_633067.html?nopager=1
His favorite poem is my favorite poem. Bless you Kevin and everyone out there reading this. Stay strong my friends. God is love.
As an aside,Scott Brown ,who takes alot of heat for not being pure enough, just voted for Sen.Blunt’s Religious Freedom Act,along with Dems Manchin,Nelson.Susan Collins voted against it and it was defeated.I am glad I sent Brown fifty dollars when he first ran.
I understand what you are trying to say, but death is neither good nor evil. Death simply is. Believe me I know what it feels like when you loose someone: both unexpectedly and unexpectedly. I know the pain the helplessness the sadness and that they all stay with you the rest of your life, banished to some far corner of the mind, but always there always lurking always waiting for times of weakness to try to assert their dominance over your soul. And who do we really grieve for? Ourselves. It is a selfish kind of grief. Those who pass are beyond mortal pain; those who dwell in heaven know not grief nor loss. They have comprehension off all that was and why. The real enemy is doubt, the doubt of faith, the demons that entice you to embrace the darkness that lives within every mortal, to turn your back on God and Faith. Death is not the enemy, it is the devil who seeks to exploit tragedy for his own gain, to turn the flock against the Shepard. That is who you must guard against and mock – to mock him is to show the power of God in all things, even death.
Thanks for posting this, Kevin. I’ll be losing a dear friend to cancer soon, and I REALLY needed to hear this.
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My father has Alzheimers and is in a care facility. Fortunately, his health is still good and he still knows who we are, so our regular visits are a treat for him and for us. However, because we visit so regularly we’ve come to know the other residents quite well.
Alzheimer’s patients have levels of symptoms, but before they get into the worst of the disease they can still be a lot of fun. They may not always know where they are, but they can still laugh, enjoy conversation, and dance up a storm.
They are also, usually, quite elderly, and in the last week we lost two who lived in the same section as my Dad. When I expressed to my mother my sadness at their passing she told me that I shouldn’t be sad, that now they were free, and no longer in pain.
The next night I had a dream. I was in a room filled with corpses. Some were dressed, some not, some sat in chairs or laid on the floor, or leaned up against the wall. Someone was walking with me through this room and could tell I was disturbed and frightened by what I saw. At one point he walked over to a very old leathered corpse that was sitting on a shelf and said, “That was my body.”
Then he said to me that all of the corpses in the room had once held the spirits of others but that now they were nothing but empty vessels. He said that we are like caterpillars turning into butterflies and that when we shed our body we become spirits and are free. He also said that it’s OK to grieve our loss of those we love, but we should not grieve for them, for they really are in a better place.
I know when I think of those I’ve loved and lost that they are still with me. It saddens me that Andrew Brietbart had to die so young, but maybe that was why he worked so hard and did so much in the time he had. I am inspired by him and will continue to be and when I’m in a room with a bunch of liberals spouting off their stupid nonsense I hope I have half of his courage and ask myself, “What would Andrew do?” I say, let’s all kick some butt, we’ve got another angel on our side.
Thank you Kevin. The Whitney Houston clip was inspiring. I’m reminded of, what I believe to be, an especially appropriate line from that song:
“As Christ died to make men Holy, let us die to make men free …”
Your writing reminds me of another wise person’s words: “When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: ‘Death has been swallowed up in victory.’ ‘Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?’ ”
Spot on!
Kevin, no wonder you were so in love and in awe of Whitney in her heyday – just WOW!! It was a triumphal moment where the spirit arises from the body and Goodness and Right prevail! I was inspired, but also got really choked up – thinking of two people who tried to defy their physicality – pushing the limits of what a body can tolerate – but failed; and yet Whitney, with her music & recordings, will live on for ages; and Andrew, with his incredible leadership, vision and fearlessness, will inspire us for years – maybe generations! – to come!
Thank you.