Not the post I was trying to write

I have spent over an hour writing, deleting, and re-writing a beginning to this post.  Somehow it is refusing to get written.  But after all this I'm determined to get down something which expresses a little of what I'm thinking, even if a full explanation has to wait.  So I give you this, from Matthew Henry's commentary on Hebrews 2:

Let those who dread death, and strive to get the better of their terrors, no longer attempt to outbrave or to stifle them, no longer grow careless or wicked through despair. Let them not expect help from the world, or human devices; but let them seek pardon, peace, grace, and a lively hope of heaven, by faith in Him who died and rose again, that thus they may rise above the fear of death. (Source)

And this from me: Life is precious and precarious.  Do the best you can with it.  But if you have any faith in Jesus and his resurrection, death is not the worst thing that can happen.  Please don't pray as if it is.

(I should probably add: No, this is not a reaction to anything happening to me or my family.  Don't start worrying that there is some awful news you haven't heard yet.)