I am going to lay my cards right on the table. I am really angry at God because He created humans and animals with mortal bodies such that they will die. Why did God have to create humans and animals this way?
Sister, I hear the agony in your heart. I don't think I can stop your hurting. But I will pray for you, and answer your quesiton as best I can.
Plants and single celled organisms die too. Everything alive dies. Even non-living things like stars and galaxies die. Someday the universe itself will burn out and dye a cold, cold death. So the question is really, why did god create death?
I don't have God here next to me to ask, but this is what goes through my mind as I read your post.
Which is more pleasurable to look at: a photograph? or a home movie? Home movies are far more ineresting because they show how things happen over time, how things change around on the screen. A home movie isn't static.
I"m gonna get real anthropomorphic here, but maybe God just doesn't want to b bored? If tings stayed teh same, if no one ever died, Go would be looking at the same photograph of the universe for all eternity.
Here's my idea: we have death because we have birth. Life constantly ebbs and flows in a constant state of RENEWAL. Look at the universe at any two moments, and you'll never see the same thing. We get to see al those precious moments where a child is miraculously born, takes their first stseps, begins to talk, starts school, has their first kiss, marries and begins their own family, and of course becomes grandparents if they are lucky.
Probably the most beautiful and wondrous things on the earth have to do with procreation. Flowers for example. What would the world be like without flowers?
In a word, the birth to death cycle is why we see those silly caterpillers become dormant pupae, out of which emerge the most beautiful butterfies.
These things alone I think would be enough. But I'm not done yet.
The fact that our lives are finite gives greater meaning and value to the things that we do. Further, the fact that we won't always be here is what gives us the zing to do those things in the first place.
How did I come to this idea? I tried to imagine a more detailed heaven, someplace I would be happy for an eternity. Each time I tried in this, I ended up with a heaven that bored me, that would eventually turn into a living hell. No challenge? No personal growth? Just... this is the picture of things for all the rest of time? Once I struggled to imagine details, I realized what a farce the live forever heaven is. I kind of started to hope that there was NOT an afterlife.
Then the wierdest thing happened. There was a show I watched regularly for a whole bunch of seasons called The Good Place. It's about a group of four people who end up in a hell especially designed to torment them, and the comedy of it is that they think they are in heaven.
After oh so many seasons, they finally do get to go to heaven and its horrible. The people there are utterly unmotivated to do anything, because they've done it all. Sound a lot like my "boring" heavens?
Well, they shake up heaven by introducing the idea that any person in heaven could choose to leave (and go... where? back out into the essense or something?), meaning that their souls would no longer be. In the last episode, of course, we are sad, but happy, as each of our beloved kooky characters decides its' their time to leave.
I sat there after the show ended, and it was like all those years of thinking about heaven all collided into a kind of mental god particle.
I don't want t ive forever. Afterlife or no afterlife, I want it to have an end. Because that is, ultimately, what will give me the greatest happiness. Anything eternal, will just be hell of the worst sort. I'm lucky, LUCKY that I'm mortal, even though I too hve the natural instinct to stay alive, even though I mourn the death of loved ones. Lucky.
PS. when covid came around, as an person who must take immunosuppressants to stay alive, I took its seriuosly. I have the same instinctual fear of death, plus, I have my children and grandchild to live for. But one of the first things I did was write out my will, and a second document giving ideas for what I would like at my funeral in case my kids couldn't make those decisions for themselves. And now I'm just at peace about covid. I am not reckless. But I don't worry about it. What will be will be. And I've lived a rich and full life, so there are no regrets there. I'm ready to go if that's what comes my way.
Live every single day as if it is your last. It keeps priorities straight, so that when you really do come time to die, you have no regrets. Enjoy every moment. As Thoreau said, "suck the marrow out of life" so that when it comes time to die, you don't sadly realize that you never lived.
Sorry this was so longer. It's soooo difficult trying to sum up a half of a life time thinking about a topic in a single post.