I notice that death is more interesting to people. My boss came to dinner tonight and talked vehemently about all the awful people who wanted to keep Terri Schiavo alive despite the fact that “that was no kind of life.”

I’m wondering when it began that we made decisions like this for other people.

I’m wondering when it grew acceptable for one person to favor the death of another, but unacceptable for some other person to favor the continued life of another.

It is late, and Pope JP hasn’t crossed over yet. At my church, the pastor uses the phrase, “promoted to the Church Triumphant.” JP has been a man of faith for his generation, and no one can deny that, no matter which Christian tradition practiced.