A couple of my mentees were on a mission trip to an outer region of India to engage an unreached people group. The taxi they were riding in suddenly lurched, the tires screeched and they felt a ‘thud’ just as the cab stopped moving. Neither of them could speak the language, but you can pretty much guess the four-letter word that came out of the driver’s mouth as he realized he’d just hit a cow! Yep, someone’s great-grandma was lying in the road in front of the car. A crowd started to gather. The guys, the driver and their interpreter got out of the car and as the crowd grew larger and louder, my guys were coached to get back in the taxi and let the nationals try to work it out with the nationals. After a few minutes of negotiation and after everyone emptied their pockets of cash . . . (kind of an ‘honor offering’ for Grammy I guess), things still looked dicey. The crowd was still there. The cab couldn’t move. You could cut the tension with a knife. Then, just when it was almost at a boiling point, the cow drew a big breath, snorted and started to move. A loud cheer went up but my guys barely heard it. They were driving away like they’d stole something.
Now I don’t mean to poke fun at anyone’s religion. But man, am I glad my Faith says it’s ‘one and done.’
Just as people are destined to die once, and after that to face judgment (Hebrews 9:27).
I love knowing that when I die, I’ll get a new body (2 Corinthians 5:1-3) and that I will live forever with God (1 John 2:17). Imagine what might be said about you if reincarnation were real and there was no redemption.
by Wallace McCrae
What is reincarnation,
a cowboy asked his friend.
Why it’s something that happens
when your life has reached its end.
They comb your hair and wash your neck
and clean your fingernails,
And lay you in a padded box
away from life’s travails.
Now this box and you goes in a hole
that’s been dug into the ground.
And this here reincarnation starts
once you’re planted ‘neath the mound.’
Now pretty soon the clods melt down
along with the box and you who are inside,
and then you’re just beginning
on your transformation ride.
And then one day some grass will grow
upon that rendered mound.
Until one day, on your moldered grave
a little flower is found.
Then say by chance a horse should wander by
and graze upon that flower,
That once was you and now has become
your vegetative bower.
Now the posy that that horse done ate
along with all the rest of his feed,
becomes fat and bone and muscle,
essential to the steed.
But some is consumed that he can’t use
and so it finally passes on through,
And just lays there on the ground.
This thing that once was you.
And then I see’s this on the ground,
and I wonder and I ponder at this object that I found.
And I begin to think about reincarnation
and life and death and such.
And I come away concluding old pal,
you ain’t changed that much!