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Don't Make Me Stop This Car

The last member of an ancient tribe that has inhabited an Indian island chain for around 65,000 years has died. Boa Sr, who was around 85 years of age, was the last member of one of ten distinct Great Andamanese tribes, the Bo.

I don't study indigenous tribes much, and obviously I did not know Boa Sr personally. The article talks about how her people's ancient language died with her. The finality of it all struck me. I tried to imagine this scenario being played out with Americans, or even just my family.

It caused me to think of 2 Chronicles 36:15-21. This is the fall of Jerusalem. These verses talk about how God had warned them again and again. It was kind of like when your dad finally does pull the car over. It never seemed like it would come to this. Sure, you have been kicking his seat for the last 300 miles, but who knew he was serious?

It's a reminder that things come to an end. Your fun, the reign of Israel, or even a tribe from India. And yet...

Hope remains. If only for this world we have hope, we are to be pitied (1 Corinthians 15:19). But we have hope that goes beyond this world. Someday my earthly life will come to an end, but much like the end of a caterpillar, something more beautiful waits on the other side. But hopefully not as messy, because all the pictures look really sticky.

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