[225 words] Growing older brings emotions closer to the surface, for some of us anyway. Using a sentimental illustration in a sermon or singing a song that touches our hearts becomes difficult. While I do not fear death, I dread the prolonged pain or loss of mental faculties that often precede death. A frequent prayer leader at Memphis’ Union Avenue church, when I was a kid, often led us to pray, “And when our time comes to cross the chilly waters of Jordan, give us a peaceful hour in which to cross and a home safe on the other side.” I greatly desire that “peaceful hour in which to cross.” A phrase in “Because He Lives,” brings the same thought to mind. “And then one day I’ll cross that river; I’ll fight life’s final war with pain; and then as death gives way to vict’ry, I’ll see the lights of…