Wonder with me, please.
Why do villains in movies and life in general run for their lives when they are being chased down by the good guys, or anyone else? 🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️
It’s mind boggling.
If you actually have all the powers to do all the evil you want, manipulating others to do your bidding and calling the shots like you’re Darth Vader’s mentor, you should be staring death in the eye and challenging it with your evil grin 👿😡👺🧛🏽♀️🧛🏽♂️🧟♀️🧟♂️🧟♂️
You should be running towards death, not away from it. You should hold strong your convictions and eat from the same pot you’ve so graciously served others.
After all your bragging, in the face of death, you quake, quiver and shiver and wish that somehow you would be spared the fate you already have condemned many to.
(Wondering Rant Over!)
Everyone to some degree has a form of fear or respect for death. It is seen in almost everything around us. From age-defying beauty products, to the keep-fit-eat-healthy trends, to our defence and safety systems. We do all to either avert death or postpone it. Death, to date, remains the most politically correct entity in all of the universe: Death is not racist. Death is not sexist. Death does not discriminate between the rich and the poor, the powerful and the victimised, the educated and the illiterate. Death unifies us all. And at the end of the day, if there is one thing that puts LIFE in perspective, it’s DEATH.
Every day, somebody dies, and I guess that’s not new. And after someone dies, the world continues to spin. People still go about accumulating wealth, getting degrees, making babies and living their dreams, and then they die, and the rest of the world continues the cycle after they’re gone. So it wasn’t much of a shock when I noticed that Facebook has a setting where you can decide what to do with your account when you’ve passed on. The cycle must surely continue, with or without you.
A few days ago, I received news that someone I knew a while ago had passed on suddenly. I was shocked. This was someone who was so full of life, I’d never expect to hear a report of that sort concerning her. But on second thought, who do I really expect to hear such news about? No one at all. But these kinds of news do come. I remember the night I was told that my dad had died. The worst part about receiving the news was the fact that I had just been with him that same morning before returning to school. I was in boarding school and was rounding up my final exams, but for whatever reason, I decided to go home for a short holiday between papers. In the time I spent at home, he was, to me, just himself. Alive. Healthy. He went about his daily routines as always, how would I have known that those were my last few days with him? The morning I was heading back to school, I gave him a hug just before he drove off to work. He promised to call me from the office, and he did. I spoke to him that afternoon on my uncle’s mobile phone as my uncle drove me back to school, and that was the last time I spoke to him.
That night, on his drive back home from church, he ran into a broken down semi-trailer truck that was left on the motorway with no caution signs. He died instantly. It was a Monday night. The Monday after Father’s Day. Two nights later, I received a visitor who said I was needed at home. I couldn’t have guessed. You don’t anticipate such things. So I joined the ride home and met a mourning crowd. My dad was gone, so I was told, by my mum who sat at the corner of the living room, bewildered. And that was it.
People are destined to die once and then face judgment. Hebrew 9:27 (CEB)
It’s no news that quite a number of people believe that there is nothing beyond death. Fair enough. And for this reason, many live their lives without the thought of the consequences for their actions while they’re alive. Or what else could explain why anyone would open fire in a church full of worshippers, or set off a bomb in a bus full of children, or loot a nation’s treasury while leaving its citizens impoverished? Why would anyone willingly take the life of another if they didn’t think the life meant nothing at all?
But does it really make any sense? That life ends here? What happens to the you that is your SOUL? Where does that go when you die? And what is the cost of a soul? With the technological advancements in AI, there still has been no lead in creating or duplicating a soul? So what must it cost? And where does it go? Has science figured this out cos I really want to know.
My late friend worked hard for many years and had her struggles, but she loved strong and served well, and in everything I knew she did, she did to the best of her ability. My dad was a loving father who gave his all for his wife and kids and his community and church, he taught me that life is worth living when you live it to touch lives. So many people have in this life done so much to make living better for the rest of us, and we suppose that’s all for nothing? To be buried and eaten by worms? While those who have spent every day of their lives on earth making life miserable for every other person will also die and be buried and that will be it?
I don’t think so.
Surely death unifies us all, but there is more: we will all be unified by the consequences of our actions while we have lived on this earth.
So stop. And think.
If there really is a Judgment Day, what would the verdict be when you stand before the One who judges with fairness? Have we lived lives that would be worth an applause when it ends? Or do we, without thought, live as though nothing we do will matter in the end because it all ends here?
What if not?
What if not?
What if not?
Everyone has to die once, then face the consequences. Christ’s death was also a one-time event, but it was a sacrifice that took care of sins forever. And so, when he next appears, the outcome for those eager to greet him is, precisely, salvation.
Hebrews 9:27-28 (MSG)
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