Often times we hear about the regrets of the dying—and we are warned to avoid making their mistakes. But rarely are we offered the alternative. Rarely are we given an example of how to face death with few regrets. And rarely are we presented with the intentional decisions we can make today that will prepare us to face our own mortality with courage and confidence.
I have a love/hate relationship with death. I like life. I enjoy getting up every morning. I like my job and my friends and the city where I live. I have bad days but not many. And I like building things in this life. I like building books and launching others into their careers. And yet every once in a while I realize this whole thing is going to be taken away.
I’ve grown up in church my whole life, but if I’m being totally honest, I never really felt like I fit there. I could show up every Sunday morning, help with setup and tear-down, come again on Wednesday night, sign up to volunteer for the different programs, etc. But at the end of the day, I never really felt like myself when I was doing those things. I wished I wanted to do the things I was doing. But the God-honest truth was: I was forcing it.
When it’s time to write, my mind quickly finds a reason not to sit down and face the terror of the blank page. Normally, these distractions come in the form of odds and ends I convince myself must be taken care of before I sit down to do my work.
On the way to work this morning, I drove by them—twenty turkey vultures, sitting by the side of the road. Five of them were huddled over a dead fawn in the ditch, digging at it furiously, picking the carcass clean. The rest were gathered nearby, impatiently waiting their turn. It’s a gruesome scene, but all […]
By the time you’re reading this, my family and I are probably somewhere in Asia. Yesterday, we strapped on our backpacks, boarded a plane, and started our year-long adventure of traveling around the world. This has been years in the making for us, so it’s a bit of dream come true that we’re finally doing it and not just talking about it. We honestly weren’t sure this would ever happen. But even though this is a dream come true, we’re still nervous.
Lately I’ve realized the people who have had the greatest influence on my life have been those who let Jesus shine through them rather than religion (or a cause) paint over them. Often, when trying on an identity, we paint ourselves over with a cause, even the cause of Christ. Sometimes when I meet a person who is a walking talking press release for Jesus, everything in me wants to get away. There’s just something unnatural about the interaction.
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