From time to time, I am confronted with the reality that I am not timeless. I had a beginning on this earth. I will have an end.
Sometimes I feel invincible. Sometimes I am reminded that I am not. Sometimes I see death and am face-to-face with God’s glory and the goodness of His will. Sometimes I stop and wonder. And sometimes I sit back and ask “Why?”
Of course, I’m not affected like family would be. I’m merely a friend of a sibling.
But what never ceases to amaze me is: you’re here one moment–you’re not in the next. There is no fanfare, no adulation, no parties. Just a breath and a pause.
And with that you enter into the arms of a loving God or into an abyss without God. You flesh is buried, your stone is set. Your family and friends mourn your death.
And people forget that you were.
To the Siefert’s: Jacob