While I watch this sun rise someone is watching it set. Life and death, pros and cons, half full-half empty, on one hand it’s black and white and on the other is the dichotomy of life.Life's oxymoron is a bald man named Harry.
We struggle and scratch to climb out of the trailer park. We get our dream house and work our lives away to keep it. Then, we retire sell the dream house we were too busy to enjoy, buy a camper and move back into a trailer park.
Some are celebrating a birth, others grieving a death. Someone is getting married and another is getting divorced. One is learning to ride while another is hanging up their spurs.
I wonder why we call it life. We’re dying from the moment we take our first breath. We're surrounded by death every day, watch the news if you don’t believe. And we call this life?
On the other hand, our last breath on earth is our first breath in eternity and we call it death. Why do we do that? (I would like to use the word heaven in place of eternity, but that isn’t the case with everyone so I can’t use that word – sorry, wish I could)
The Truth is our outward bodies are perishing daily. But inwardly we are becoming more alive. We are moving toward the birth canal of eternal life.
We’re here to pack and prepare. The packing isn’t stuff either. It’s seeds, Eternal seeds. We can choose to pack corrupt seeds that will burn, wither and die. Things we think make us happy, temporary things, selfish indulgences. Or we can choose to prepare our hearts and pack good seeds, which according to Jesus is The Word of God.
You may say. “Now there you go again Doug getting all religious. You always have to bring up Jesus. I like your writing but you go overboard on the Jesus stuff. If you’d just lay off on that you’d get further with your writing, you’d get more readers.” Well, the way I see it, it’s not about more readers but more seeders. (folks packing good seeds)
You see, I crashed and burned on a bridge too short and weak. But, I found another bridge built from an old rugged cross that will take me safely Home. So for those headed to Death Bridge, I want to plant good seeds encouraging a hard right turn on The Road Called Life.
The preparing is in the choosing.
What we call life is really just preparation day, packing day. A breath, a vapor and we’re gone. We have just enough time to choose what to pack and which road to take.
We complicate things. God doesn’t.
It’s multiple choice with only two choices. “This day I set before you life and death (And since I love you so much, here’s a hint,) choose Life… I AM the way the TRUTH and the LIFE.” ~ Jesus.
The question is where you choose to spend life.
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6 comments:
Woo Hoo, preach it my friend. Such a wonderfully inspiring post, bless you.
Amen, Doug. Never stop planting those seeds. You never know where or when one might sprout and bring forth life.
May God bless you richly today.
Denise, Woo Hoo - such an inspiring comment thank you. You are a blessing.
Gwen, Thank you, sometimes planting seeds can seem fruitless when evidence lay below the soil - your encouragement is like sunshine and rain to water the seeds - I'll keep planting and you keep climbing OK?
We complicate things. God doesn’t.
Is that the truth or what? My sister Sarah tells me K.I.S.S. "Keep It Simple, Stupid." I should listen more.
As for the life part, I figure that we're already living eternity now. My eternal life started when I was born again. Jesus said, "Most assuredly, I say to you, if anyone keeps My word he shall never see death." (John 8:51)
I guess that's why I'm not afraid of dying. For me, it simply doesn't exist.
LOVE my visits to your blog, Doug.
Whew! Ye-eeeeees!
Preach it, brother. Don't you ever, ever, ever stop speaking the word of the Lord.
Doug? You rock. 'Cause God is rockin' in you.
(And that photo is ... breathtaking.)
All of carry baggage of some kind. We might as well make it Jesus. Nice thoughts Doug.
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