Our Only Hope
Forgive me for appearing a tad morbid this afternoon, but I was contemplating the lengths people are willing to go to live the longest life possible. Yet to me, the longer you live, and the more you love, the more you just accumulate sadness and grief. Think you’re living the dream? Not for long. Heartache is simply an inevitable part of life. And the more deeply you love, the greater the pain of loss — death comes knocking on every single door. So seeking after some ideal is completely futile because even if you could somehow obtain it, it will only be taken away eventually. This world is just broken. And there’s something inside of us that knows it’s wrong — that even death, while seemingly a natural part of life, feels unnatural. So we try to bury the anguish by fulfilling our every desire, chasing after that elusive happiness we can never grasp, only to ultimately be wrecked. But there is one remedy for pain, suffering, loss, and even death. Christ. So you see, I am not so morbid after all. I know eternal life awaits those who believe and that is where I place my hope.
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him.”
(1 Cor 2:9)
