Into the Fire

Life has a way of showing you the limits. Of everything. Including life itself. Some are given days, others a century, and still others never make it out of the womb. Finite. Having an end.

The hope is to make the most of whatever you're given. Incredible that some resort to scandalous acts, murderous acts, viscious acts to spend their days of life. Others resort to whining, complaining, and failing to see any beauty anywhere or in anything. Some do their best to use whatever they've been given to enjoy, encourage, and embrace life.

I went to my first funeral in high school. It was solemn and intangible to me at that age. I barely knew the young man who attended a different school and died in a car accident. Another young man at my high school broke up with his girlfriend and committed suicide. She died about a year later in a car accident. Death didn't speak in a loud voice at the time because I was young and barely knew the individuals whose lives were lost. And I didn't know Jesus.

One day we leave this life. One day even this earth will be destroyed – and not by any kind of manmade global climate change. God himself will put an end to this tainted world and build himself a new one.

Sin has left us finite. Our days are numbered. We will not go too soon or too late – even when it feels that way. Redemption brings an infinite life once this one is done. We choose where to spend eternity. Love Jesus or hate Him, He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. If you want your finite ending to lead you to a perfect infinity, He is your only choice. Every other way offers a counterfeit, a designer knock-off, a tragic outcome.

Always a choice – except in death. We can't overcome our finite lives. But we can find the perfect eternal One.

God, please send your Holy Spirit to find those hearts on the brink of destruction. Rescue them just like you rescued me. In the Name, Authority, and Blood of Jesus. Amen.