The bad news: Every person Jesus healed eventually died a humiliating death. No matter the pleasures of today, the reality of our impending tomorrow looms on the horizon like a dark cloud, never quite out of view. We enjoy our “day in the sun” but never with a sense of finality. How could we? We’ve bet all our chips on this life, and no matter how high we climb the ladder, it’s slipping through our fingers like sand through an hourglass. All the money, all the trinkets, all the cheap happiness in the world couldn’t slow it down.