When I was a child I
use to wonder what happens to people who die and I was afraid about death. I
used to hear different views about what happens to dead people and their fate.
I suppose that was what colored my mind’s eye from the reality of life. So I
was afraid of death talk more of me being one of such.
But now I am different.
This is because life is very important and what we do with it matters a lot not
just to God but also to the cause at which we were born into. It is no more how
long I live but how purposeful have I lived. And so I am constantly reminded of
the plight of human kind and the needs that daily steer us in the face
beckoning for someone who will just care a bit and do a little discomfort to
self in order to meet the needs around us.
I am no longer afraid
to die. My concern daily is how much love I can allow to from out of my being
to reach out and touch a brother or sister, a believer or non believer alike.
Deep inside of me is stored the reservoir of God’s limitless grace that can
stand firm and meet the needs that daily presents themselves as challenges.
This far the Lord has
been faithful. He has blessed me with friends and families that I couldn’t have
gotten on my own no matter how hard I labor for. I am grateful that these
people serve as channels through which God used to inspire me more and more.
To some, I am a disappointment;
to others I am a prodigal son, while to some I am a son, a brother, an uncle, a
father, and a friend. Whichever place a fall on your strata I accept my fate.
But more importantly, I believe I am a sojourner on a journey that is short and
I do not intend to be a problem to anyone. I only want peace with my heavenly
father and with all brethren.
I am glad that death
did not conquer Jesus and it will not conquer me even though I sleep bodily I
am alive eternally. This assurance can never be erased from my life.
As long as I live,
grace, love and fellowship of the Triune God will be my watch word and will
flow from me to everyone.
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