One of the frustrations of being a traveling deep-south Southerner is the difficulty of finding a restaurant that serves sweet iced tea. True Southerners believe that sweet iced tea should be a human staple. There should be a common gene that tells the human race that tea sweetened before it is served is the only way to go.

Well, as bad as it may sound, death is the sweetener of life.  Death puts life into perspective.  When one considers the greater tragedy of death, then the lesser tragedy of the moment seems much less tragic.  Death also sobers one to a priority of living the best one can while one has life.  Solomon, the preacher king of Ecclesiastes, put it this way,

Better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting,

     For that is the end of all men; And the living will

Take it to heart.  (Eccl. 7:2, NKJV)

Those who are living the sweet life are those who know death is coming and therefore refuse to allow anything short of death to slow them down for Chirst’s sake.