Here is an article I wrote at 750words.com in October 2013. This site is for people to practice their writing skills up to 750 words; therefore, this blog may appear to be rambling on and moving in different directions. When I showed it to my wife, she liked it so much that she told me I should post it on the blog. So here it is. Enjoy!
Right now, outside the office window, is an interesting sight. Torrey came into my room to tell me that the gas station across the street had a gunman and the police are there to apprehend him. I look outside and sure enough there are a couple of police cars, one unmarked police car, and a fire truck. Wow! Torrey was not kidding when he said that this site across our church building is a common place for altercations and accidents.
While this was going on, my first reaction was one of fear. After all, my window faces the gas station and the last thing I would want is a bullet come through and, well…you get the picture. As humans, we never seem to be aware of our own mortality until it shows up at our door, looks intently into our face and tells us, “are you ready?”
God was right (of course). In Ecclesiastes it says that a person’s death is more important than his or her birth. The text then says that it is better to go into the house of mourning than to a house of partying because death is the end of every man and they will take it to heart. It is at funerals that people are forced to face their mortality and the question as to where they will spend eternity. God has made the heart in such a way that they cannot escape that question. They may deny it, they may quench it and they may use substances or other means to ignore and push it out of their minds; but there is always a day they will have to face that eternal question.
So back to the fiasco outside my window. Why am I afraid to die? I do not believe it is the fear to die; my future is secure in Christ. I believe it is the fact that I will leave behind my wife and child. That is well meaning and admirable. But in consideration, isn’t it also an act of fear? Are they not in a better situation being entirely in God’s hands than my own (not that they are never in His care even with me being alive)? Or is there a semblance of fear in dying because I will miss “what’s next” here on earth? Maybe…maybe not. In this, I need to search out my own heart and seek God’s grace.
As I look outside my window, the gas station activity is back to normal. The police are gone and the crowds have dispersed. Things appear as if nothing ever did happen.
In many ways, the end of the age will be similar. The Bible talks about that when the final battle is done (between Satan and the deceived nations against the new world capital, Jerusalem), God will burn up the old earth and heavens, eradicating any reminder of sin and rebellion and replacing it with a new planet and new heavens. It will be, just like the gas station outside, as if nothing had ever happened. The only reminder that there was a broken world with a broken humanity is by looking unto the Lamb of God, Jesus Christ. There we will still see the scars on His hands and feet and the pierced side, a forever reminder that it took the death of God the Son to redeem a fallen creation.
How ungrateful I am at times! I take His sacrifice for granted and have become so familiar with the sacred that I have lost the wonder and the heart of worship of it all. Oh how I need to recapture that awe. But how? I need to go back to that hill called Calvary, see the innocent One become the sacrifice for the guilty. I need to see my backpack of sin placed on Him as He receives the just punishment for my load. The load is heavy and extensive. And here I am living the life of peace and righteousness that He exchanged for my sin. I am able to have a relationship with the Saviour and more than that; I can now approach the Almighty God and call Him “Abba.” I can come and hear Him say to me, “Come…enter into my presence, righteous one.” Humbling…frightening…and now I want to cry. Because there is only one word that can describe this act of sacrifice…LOVE.