Now that I have reached my sixties, I have become painfully aware of many of the effects of age. When I was younger it was hard for me to relate to my parents’ need for reading glasses, slow loss of hearing, stiff joints and back aches in the morning, and their longer recovery and healing times. Unfortunately, those same effects are now part of my day too.

George Bernard Shaw is quoted as having once said, “Youth is wasted on the young.” Now that I am older I can see just how true that is. When you are young, life seems endless with little thought given to your mortality—the end of your days. And why should there be? After all, for the most part, you are enjoying the prime of your physical life and your health is taken for granted.

The older I get, the more I hear of friends and acquaintances who succumb to terminal illness. In the past month alone a dear friend lost her brother, a neighbor lost her fight with cancer, another is dealing with brain cancer, and a good friend just received his last chemo treatment.

The fact is that it isn’t just some who struggle with terminal illness; we all do. Every person on the planet has a terminal illness, a point at which we will eventually all die. Even as the newborn fills his or her lungs with the first breath of air, the seeds of death are already at work in their body. The clock of mortality is slowly clicking away for all of us because we all have a terminal illness.

Thankfully, there is a way to stop the clock, and escape from the end of days. There are many religions and belief systems, most of which promote good things and help people feel better, but Jesus made it clear that He was the only cure for our terminal illness.

1 John 5:11-12 (NIV)
And this is the testimony: God has given us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. Whoever has the Son has life; whoever does not have the Son of God does not have life.

If you want the antidote to this universal sickness, then consider Jesus!