I just read that Rowdy Roddy Piper died today. As a big wresting fan, I’ve watched a lot of my childhood heroes die over the past fifteen years. At times, it seems I can’t turn log onto the internet without seeing someone I admired growing dying.
Roddy Piper – Heart attack
Chris Benoit – Double homicide/suicide
Sean O’Haire – Suicide
Paul Bearer – Heart attack
Captain Lou Albano – Natural causes
Crash Holly – Suicide
Mr. Perfect – Cocaine overdose
Eddie Guerrero – Heart Failure
Chris Kanyon – Suicide
Macho Man Randy Savage – Heart attack
That’s just a small list. I don’t intend to list everyone who inspired me at some point in life died. I don’t know if any of them were Christians except for Paul Bearer. Their religious faith or lack thereof is not the point (though I like to imagine that they’re all together having some big wrestling match in the sky). My point is simply this; death can occur at any moment. It doesn’t matter how much we plan for the future. All the amount of planning we do is all for naught if we should up and kick the bucket. As Luke 12:19-20 says, “And I will say to my soul, “Soul, you have ample goods laid up for many years; relax, eat, drink, be merry.”’ But God said to him, ‘Fool! This night your soul is required of you, and the things you have prepared, whose will they be?’”
Even the mighty fall. Often tragically. If that is the case, what then, is there any value in what we do? Only that we believe, believe that Jesus Christ the son of God incarnate came down Earth as man and died on the cross for our sins. I know that I am a wretched sinner and even if I were to build up the most amazing legacy and change the world for the better forever, it would still be for nothing without Jesus Christ.
I pray you’re resting in peace, Hot Rod.