I teared up a little when my old faithful car had to be replaced. After 192,000 miles and many adventures it just wouldn’t go anymore. The body was sold for scrap, the hard top was sold to a friend and the tires brought $400.00. (It didn’t have air conditioning, the window wouldn’t roll down and if it did it would only go back up if I took the door panel off.) My window handle was small pair of vice grips. Remind me sometime why I was sad.
One day we will graduate from the physical to the spiritual. One day we will leave the temporary for the permanent. One day we will trade being mortal for being immortal. One day we will trade a tired, weak, broken vehicle for something celestial and far, far superior.
Death doesn’t end anything but begins everything.
Paul says, “the time of my departure is at hand”. I was told that the “departure” was a special word that described the cutting loose of ship and letting it go unencumbered into to open ocean to be driven by the winds….what a ship is designed to do. Paul saw that as a good thing; As freedom, graduation, liberation and celebration.