Death, where is your sting?

“O death, where is your victory?
O death, where is your sting?”

1 Corinthians 15:55 (NLT)

Taking a break from my thesis data, I checked the news website online and found out that Kristian Anderson, the man behind the romantic flipchart video to his wife, Rachel – passed away in the morning today. The video is also included below for you to see.

His passing compels me to post a blog entry about death. As much as I am saddened for his departure, there is a sense of peace and hope even on the final moment, when I read his blog posts. I have heard so many news about sickness and departures in the last year but I can find a constant theme in the midst of sadness for those who kept their faith until the end: a lot of peace and a lot of hope even at the bleakest moment.


Undoubtedly, Kristian probably suffered a lot of pain at the end – and yet it was at his lowest point that he was rescued and was given his true rest. I was engaged in an online discussion recently about euthanasia legalisation and amidst the supporters, I seemed to be the only one who was anti-euthanasia. I realise that this is such a complex issue with a lot of emotions involved. However, I want to hold true to what I believe in – I am not given the control to enter this world and it is up to God to call me home when the time comes. I hope I can hold on to that peace when the moment arrives.

When my father passed away in June last year – I had a lot of sadness too, but as I remarked earlier here in my blog – because we knew that he was a believer and that he went with God, there was no need for prolonged sadness or grieving. I still miss him, but during those moments, there was an unexplainable sense of peace that permeated the sadness.  This is the difference that faith in God has – even in the darkest moment. Death is not a scary journey to a great void. Death is not just an organic process for me to become the ground’s fertiliser to enrich the earth. I am more than just a species and I am more than just a Carbon-compound creature. Death is not just a wishy washy journey of maybe, could be, and hopefully – I believe that my days are ordered and numbered and even when it is time for me to pass that door, my hand will be completely guided by God. No matter how many times I fail Him, He doesn’t let me go. I look forward to seeing my friends and relatives in Heaven one day – and meeting all the heroes of the faith, and seeing Jesus face to face.

I pray that Rachel and the children, who I don’t know personally, will have their strength, joy and peace from God. He has been a great inspiration for many and I’m sure that God will let his memory alive in the boys and I also pray that they will grow up to be mighty and wise men, following their father’s footsteps in clinging to their faith in God.

Rest in peace, Kristian.



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  1. Touching post, Arry.
    I’ve watched that video before, but watching it today I noticed that right at the end Kristian walks away. At the time he made it he was determined to fight.. but looking back that seems rather prophetic.

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