Live With Purpose

Every year as spring arrives it brings with it renewal. Flowers blossom, trees bloom. We are so focused on the renewal we forget that the beauty of spring can only come with the death of the previous life. It is a passing from one stage to another.

Our culture calls us to live for the moment because life is purposeless. We are told it is a dog eat dog world where the one who dies with the most toys wins and the one with the gun makes the rules. Lies, all lies.

I have heard every speech, talk, and funeral sermon on death and I could quote Bible verses from Genesis 3 to Revelation 22 on it, but I think that the important thing to remember is what we say about death does not effect the dead, it is what we do with that knowledge of what is to come, how we live our lives in light of it.

We know, as Christians, we have a purpose in life, to glorify God with our lives. Death brings a transfer from a place where we can only do this partially to a fulfillment of this goal. We need to live our lives, so this transition is not drastic.

In conclusion, I hope that I can learn to live my life so that if I died today everyone I know could say without even thinking about it that I lived wholeheartedly for God. This post hasn’t been as deep or as analytical, but I think there is still just as much truth in it as can be found in Donne or Cervantes. Our future is not certain, but eternity is. How are you living your life?

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,          
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,   
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

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