not in the sense that we are all in the process of dying... someday.
he's in the process of dying right this minute.
i just went to go visit him-
it was heartbreaking.
watching the only father figure i ever knew like this.
he has stubbornly refused to submit to God his whole 90 year life.
he's pale and yellowed and thin and old and instead of resting-
'i hate that guy' he mutters as he tosses in his bed.
'i don't like him' he shouts to nobody in particular.
'who is it?' he asks- 'he's a son of a b****'
mom and i tell him that he can tell that evil guy to go away.
'GO AWAY' he shouts and shakes his fist.
mom tells him he can go to Jesus instead.
he smiles a little and then says nothing for a minute.
my mom and i pray for his soul.
i pray for my mom.
we are resting in the fact that God wants not one of his people to perish.
we realize that this time of wrestling is likely more than we know.
as he literally wraps his hand around his own throat it's easy to imagine
that he's spiritually trying to war against his own flesh.
i don't know for sure.
but i know God loves my grandpa more than i do.
and i know God is giving him every last chance to surrender.
i hope he will.
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.