People fear the unknown because they fear death. Fear of dark places and deep shadows can create crippling emotions in our throats, where the person can‘t breathe anymore.
The human psyche is a labyrinth of fears and desires, woven intricately with the threads of mortality. Among these fears, none looms larger than the specter of death itself. It is the unknown, the ultimate frontier that shrouds our existence in an enigmatic veil of uncertainty. From the depths of our primal instincts arises a palpable dread, a visceral aversion to the cessation of life.
Darkness, with its ominous embrace, becomes a canvas for our deepest anxieties. In its depths, shadows morph into specters of terror, constricting our very breath with an icy grip. Fear of the unknown, the abyss that lies beyond, manifests as a crippling sensation, rendering us immobile in its suffocating grasp.
The power behind the labyrinth of our fears is a fact, that there exists a door—ancient, weathered by the passage of time, yet beckoning with an irresistible allure. It is a threshold that countless souls have crossed, their footsteps echoing in the annals of history. And yet, none have ever returned from there save for one— Jesus Christ.
This fear of the unknown, of the inevitable descent into the abyss, ignites within us a fervent quest for immortality. We seek solace in the elixir of eternal life, a desperate bid to evade the clutches of aging and death. Throughout the ages, humanity has offered sacrifices—blood, flesh, and bone—to appease the gods, to secure prosperity, health, fertility, and longevity. In our darkest moments, twisted minds entertain the notion that in the creation of death, life may be attained. People decided to kill others so that they may live. And shockingly our society still lives by this principle.
Thus, the cycle of existence perpetuates itself, and we find ourselves in a world where vaccines are wrought from the remnants of aborted children, where anti-aging creams are derived from human placentas. Death, that most final of destinies, becomes a catalyst for the paradoxical pursuit of life.
Consider, if you will, the venom of Botulinum toxin—the deadliest poison known to man. And yet, in a perverse twist of fate, humanity willingly injects this very toxin into our bodies, our lips, our faces, all in the pursuit of youth, vitality, and immortality. We are consumed by a primal dread, a relentless yearning to stave off the inevitable, to cheat death of its rightful claim.
But what lies beyond that fateful threshold? What secrets await us in the realm beyond? If only we could peer beyond the veil of mortality, if only we could grasp the ineffable truth—that death is not an end, but a beginning.
In the face of mortality, let us cast aside our fears and embrace the unknown with open arms. For in death, we shall find not an end, but a new beginning—a journey into the infinite expanse of eternity. The only condition for happy entrance to this door is the fact, that the person has believed in Jesus as their Redeemer and Saviour. Then, only then and under these conditions, the person can cry aloud:
“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” (1 Corinthians 15:55)
