“My days are like a lengthened shadow, and I wither away like grass” (Psalm 102:11).
The proper theological answer to the title question is, “Yes, I am.” You started dying the day you were born. That one truly believes this is nowhere more evident than in the treatment of others. The dying want to leave nothing undone; they desire no regrets. Such awareness of one’s mortality isn’t a morbid preoccupation, but a motivating prompter to be kind, merciful, thoughtful, reconciling, generous, and expressive of love. For some, it takes an event of pandemic proportion to be awakened from the arrogant assumption that things will forever remain as they are; that all the time in the world is available to make things right. Unfortunately, there are no “do overs.” Commit to dying well the first time; it’s the only way to live.