After a week full of chaos and pandemonium following my grandma’s passing, I finally have found a moment to sit down and write again. As I’m sure you can imagine, this week has given me a lot to think about. I’ve contemplated death a lot. I will admit it scares me a little. I’m not afraid of where I’ll end up as I am quite confident in my salvation. What I fear is how I will die. I have a rather low pain tolerance and I am easily anxious. This, however, is not the purpose of why I write to you. My purpose is to talk about life.
Oddly enough, this week has in fact sparked much thought about life and just how we spend this precious time we’re given. I, for one, don’t want to get to the end of my life and wish I had done anything differently. As I contemplate the short time I have here, Paul’s words in Philippians 1:20-24 keep coming to mind:
20 For I fully expect and hope that I will never be ashamed, but that I will continue to be bold for Christ, as I have been in the past. And I trust that my life will bring honor to Christ, whether I live or die. 21 For to me, living means living for Christ, and dying is even better. 22 But if I live, I can do more fruitful work for Christ. So I really don’t know which is better. 23 I’m torn between two desires: I long to go and be with Christ, which would be far better for me. 24 But for your sakes, it is better that I continue to live.
As humans, it is easy to get wrapped up in the mundane busyness of life – a snare I find myself falling into more than I’d like to admit. But when I read these words, I’m reminded of my purpose here on earth. As Christians, life holds invaluable purpose and meaning – an incredible honor which brings innumerable responsibilities. It is our job, our mission to share the Gospel with those around us – to the ends of the earth (Matthew 28:19-20). This concept is humbling to me. To know my life is part of such an incredible mission is truly overwhelming. But this knowledge also pushes me – I strive to k