Sometimes, to clear my head, I wander somewhere in the outdoors. One day a while back, I was wandering through a graveyard close to where I live. I had been studying the book of Ecclesiastes at the time and it played heavily in my thinking as I sat down and began writing:
"Love knows not its depth until the hour of separation" - A random gravestone in a graveyard
The older gravestones have no flowers. A generation passes and these people are forgotten by the world. There is nobody left to remember them or how they lived. Everybody they had known in their life are now gone with them. Vanity. Our time here is only borrowed. We are here for a short time and then we die. Everybody I'll ever come in contact with will die with me. Whatever difference I make in their lives, they will still die like the rest.
We can't handle that. Something in our souls pine for eternity. Death in this world is a certainty. But what of our souls? Every face is different. Every personality. The Lord meant something specific when He made each of us. Our souls long for freedom but we are trapped in these decaying bodies. Jesus overcame death and raised others from the dead! While many things have been forgotten by the world, this has not. His resurrection sparked a revolution that continues 2000 years / 25 lifetimes later!
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