I used to think that “Terminal fishing tackle“ was called that because I would lose so much of it getting snagged on the bottom of the river, so it was terminal because it was soon gone. But I was reading some Cabella’s advertisements and it seems that the term comes from being on the “end of the line.” So terminal tackle is like hooks, swivels, weights, and spinners that are where the line terminates. It is funny how some words and phrases come about.
I live inside a terminal body because it won’t be long before I come to the end of the line. In the New Testament Paul called our body a tent because it is so terminal, and he also said that in this body we groan. I certainly can identify with that, I groan every time I get out of my recliner, or my bed, or when I get into or out of my pickup, or into or out of my boat, when I tie my shoes, and when Patty asks me if I want to go shopping!
2 Corinthians 5:1-4 For we know that if the earthly tent which is our house is torn down, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For indeed in this house we groan, longing to be clothed with our dwelling from heaven, inasmuch as we, having put it on, will not be found naked. For indeed while we are in this tent, we groan, being burdened, because we do not want to be unclothed but to be clothed, so that what is mortal will be swallowed up by life.
I have memorized those verses, and I was thinking that the reason we ache more, and get tired more is because God wants us to think about heaven more, which I certainly do. Paul also said in that passage that he would prefer to be absent from his body and to be present with the Lord, and I say a hearty amen to that.
My Dad died of liver cancer. I wonder what I would feel or think if I was diagnosed with liver cancer tomorrow. I am pretty sure I would think, “see you soon, Jesus!”