This may comes across as a depressing post for some of you. But I just feel some things have to be said…
Some things just shock you to your very core.
Like the Virginia Tech shooting. 33 lives gone. Just like that.
Living in Malaysia, I am pretty grateful, that despite all the fallacies of this country, it is a safe place by comparison.
But things like these just feel so inexplainable. It reminds me of the year before, when one of the guys in my year died just like that after being stabbed.
You feel indignation, anger, a need for justice, a need to right wrongs, especially when it becomes personal.
To many death is the ultimate foe. It is unbeatable. The sting unbearable.
But why do I feel so shock when 33 people die, and when all over the world 0.86% of the population dies every year, which works out to roughly 1.8 persons dying a second or 156773 people dying a day, I hardly blink an eye?
Is it because it was ‘before their time’? That they had their whole lives ahead of them? That it was unfair for them to die because they did not deserve it?
The fact remains that people die, eventually. Immortality on this earth is a sham. Medicine might prolong our lives. But then we die.
And it is this very fact that should lead you to ask the very question: To what end am I living this life? What happens after I die? Am I living life to the fullest here?
Questions like these beg more than simple answers.
Because until you find these answers, life is but a fleeting thought, a vapor in the wind, a flower that blooms then shrivels and dies.
And that kind of life is not worth living.
For all those just trying to get through the next few hours, for those finding answers, for those looking for hope, for those in pain and sorrow, for those in the darkest night of their life, for those who can no longer find words to express yourself, when silence falls it is then you hear the whisper of God. If you would but listen. If you would but ask God for eyes to see the truth.
The truth is that while the world seems to be heading for ruin, God is still God, through it all. And when all around is fading, when nothing seems to last, we still have hope in a Saviour who has rescued us from the sting of death. And in Him, we find strength to live every hour of our life. And while rescue is present in every moment of our life, when we need Him to pull us out of the darkness of the pit we find ourselves in, there is a greater rescue that is coming. When He comes to bring us back to Him. The victory has been won but just wait a little longer.
That is the story of Easter.