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We seem to do a lot in life out of obligation. For instance, I feel obligated to reflect or come up with some revelation or synopsis or something. Even emotions at times seem to be more obligatory than induced. Dear me, how weak we are.
After a touching song and surprise, I was (in half-jest, I believe) asked by my youth group for a speech, for three life lessons I had learned. I, in the surprise of the moment and unsureness of how serious we were being, copped out with a couple less than witty jokes. I wished I hadn't. Now I feel obligated (thank goodness it is an internal obligation rather than an external one) to right that wrong. Not yet though, and not here. I owe it to a handful of other people.
What a blessing it is to be reminded of how temporary we are. Dealing in the semi-hypothetical, what if every thirty seconds or so you had a wave of extreme self-awareness, so resounding that it could never be ignored or brushed aside. So rattling that any thoughts clouding your mind would be pushed aside and be replaced with amazement at your own mortality. I don't mean to be morbid. We just assume too much sometimes. "See you later." "I think I'll go out for dinner tonight." "I'll be there in a minute." Says who?
death is the destiny of every man; the living should take this to heart.
Please. Please. Abandon the anger, embrace the love.
And let me do the same.
After a touching song and surprise, I was (in half-jest, I believe) asked by my youth group for a speech, for three life lessons I had learned. I, in the surprise of the moment and unsureness of how serious we were being, copped out with a couple less than witty jokes. I wished I hadn't. Now I feel obligated (thank goodness it is an internal obligation rather than an external one) to right that wrong. Not yet though, and not here. I owe it to a handful of other people.
What a blessing it is to be reminded of how temporary we are. Dealing in the semi-hypothetical, what if every thirty seconds or so you had a wave of extreme self-awareness, so resounding that it could never be ignored or brushed aside. So rattling that any thoughts clouding your mind would be pushed aside and be replaced with amazement at your own mortality. I don't mean to be morbid. We just assume too much sometimes. "See you later." "I think I'll go out for dinner tonight." "I'll be there in a minute." Says who?
death is the destiny of every man; the living should take this to heart.
Please. Please. Abandon the anger, embrace the love.
And let me do the same.