Preventing Death vs Raising the Dead

So God has been trying to tell me something this evening, but I am not real sure exactly what.  Here is what has been revealed so far:

There are certain things that people do in relationship with God that I have zero comprehension of.  Flagging is a great example, in that I can’t even imagine doing that, or what would cause someone to try it.  Being drunk in the spirit clearly serves a purpose, even though I can't relate to what it feels like.  It is a cathartic process for releasing emotions, not unlike crying, laughing, or sex.

Healing on the other hand makes perfect sense to me, in that it restores order to creation, and removes pain or imperfection.  It holds death farther at bay, at least temporarily.  I can grasp how that works and why, as an expression of God's love for us.  The next logical step is to examine the idea of raising the dead.  This is different than healing, in that in works in direct opposition to death.  People do get raised from the dead, and it is clearly God doing that, as opposed to the devil, since death is a result of sin.  This makes death inherently bad, regardless of the fact that it is an inevitable situation that we all risk facing at any moment, and all will eventually.

If death was an instantaneous transportation into God's presence, raising someone from the dead would not be an act of mercy or love, on God's part.  This logically leads to the idea that whatever happens when we die, it is probably not a super positive process, especially during the transition.  If it was, God wouldn't raise people from the dead, even for the purpose of comforting those they had left behind.

It was prophesied over me about a year ago that I would raise people from the dead.  (Not in some metaphorical way, and not as something that I would lead up to with years of progressive healing, but just an abrupt event.)  I have only had one opportunity to try that since then, and it would appear that is not when God intended to use me in that way.

The inherently negative aspects of death are probably not the healthiest thing to be pondering in light of recent events, but it's not like I chose this topic.  This entire concept was just dropped on my all at once in the middle of a worship session this evening, out of the blue.  Maybe it's just an obvious, logical train of thought that I have been avoiding for a while, as a natural defense mechanism in my situation.  It isn't having any negative emotional impact on me at the moment, but it is a bit worrisome.  Anyhow, I am assuming I have not yet discovered the final conclusion that God is trying to show me, but I thought it was important to write down the process so far before I went to bed.  And who knows, maybe one of my readers can reveal the rest of the conclusion to me.