There's a woman I know, whose body is wasting daily from pancreatic cancer. She wears pain like a well-loved cardigan and squeezes every last skerrick of life from the tube. Her family talk of hope that only resurrection can give.
A child fights aggressive neuroblastoma and the treatment itself is scorchingly toxic. Sometimes life has barely lost crispness when it flits away. Her parents will sit empty lapped and wonder. Perhaps a miracle, but often not.
We inhabit these bodies briefly, and they break so easily. But we are not alone.
I cling to the promise that mortality will end. Not only does God's spirit live in me now, but I will be resurrected from my death. When this body, this life fails me, I will be raised as Jesus was raised. One instance of new life will be multiplied thoughout humanity. We will finally see the reality of life without death. What a revelation it will be.
The Spirit of God, who raised Jesus from the dead, lives in you. And just as God raised Christ Jesus from the dead, he will give life to your mortal bodies by this same Spirit living within you. Romans 8:11.