9/12/2021
Dear reader,
Although there is nothing I like more than creating something for the purpose of showing it to others. However, that was not what this piece was intended to be. I am writing this to sort out some thoughts I am currently having. If you get anything substantive from it, then I am glad. However, I am not writing to elicit particular emotions or thoughts in you, this was written specifically for my benefit.
Dear Father in heaven,
I see who I am before you. Since birth, I have been guilty before you. The light shines around you and here I am trying to cower behind any cover I can find. I seek darkness because I have no idea how merciful you are. Father, you died for me. You were nailed to a cross for me. Your son endured the wrath of God for my sin. Drop after drop of blood you spilled was spilled for my sin. It amazes me how someone could do something so selfless for me. But you didn’t die for me alone. You died for the sin of the world, specific to each person. Everyone is in a personal relationship with you whether they wish to admit it or not. I find so much of my time is spent with so little remembrance of that fact. I allocate many thoughts to who I preserve finds me inadequate. I try to fill the hole you gave me, to be repulsed by sin, with issues of politics and second or third-order problems. These issues will all disintegrate at the sound of the trumpet, on the last day. Most of the issues I spend so much time debating will have no lasting significance at all. I often think, “if only I can win this argument.” But I only win a meaningless debate if there is nothing past death. If there is everlasting life, then I am potentially being a stumbling block to some other soul. As Solomon says in Ecclesiastes, “all is vanity;” without you that is undoubtedly true. There is nothing in this life that has any meaning if there is no God beyond the doors of death. And all will enter those dark doors ultimately. Some will enter unexpectedly; some will enter after a life lived fully on this earth. We all go eventually. Throughout history the question “what happens after death?” has never been answered in life; only death reveals the answer to that question. You have given your word as a guide to this life and a revelation of what death truly is. I only have hope because of the words you left in your book. You died for all and left your message for all. Your message has been carried through the years to reach me and so many that live at this time in history. Dear Father, help me to run the race with humility. Help me to live in honor of the victory you sealed at the cross. Because, in the end, the human experiment ends one way, you win everything. Even though it seems like evil wins sometimes, I rest in the fact that you have already won.
