The Napkin Writer
Iíve had a thousand and one thoughts of the afterlife over the years. Iím not even sure what my last vision was; in fact, I donít think Iíve given it much thought up to these past couple weeks.
I guess initially, everyone thinks of whatever place we were first taught. My teachings gave me thoughts of there being a magnificent Garden of Eden.
I think the belief in the afterlife can in someway justify a ďflip-sideĒ to ones life. Similar to the biblical story told of the rich man, who dies and goes to hell, and sees Lazarus lying in Abrahamís bossom, and even ask that Abraham send Lazarus that his brothers not suffer the as he himself has. We know what Abraham answer was to him, but the scripture tells us more then a story of being the opposite of how we have lived. It becomes a story of stewardship, of our deeds in life, and not having to do with what we have gained in life, but what we have given each other whole heartily, open heartily, and with love. I often think of what contributions I like to give to the world over the coming years, of whatever years I may have left on this earth, and I think farther, of whether those contributions would be enough to outweigh the sins I have committed in my earlier years.
This subject you speak of, ďthe afterlife,Ē burdens my heart when I retrace my life, knowing the truth of where I came from, the hate I held inside. How my life had to be beaten down in the pits of what I had become, confined to live in this pit of evilness in my heart, so that I know there is no more excuses for not knowing, that only Christ could have brung me back from where I once lived, and what I once believed.
So maybe I do, deep inside, hope, for just a glimmer of what I have perceived the afterlife to be. No! Itís much more deeper than that! I dream, I imagine, and I pray that there is an afterlife, a flipside of what Iíve known in life! You know years ago, the fear of standing before Jesus, being condemned to hell, and never to find that peaceful paradise, stopped me from committing suicide! Funny thing this afterlife you speak of, reminding me of the secrecy Iíve held onto, wishing, praying, hoping, that Iíd have a place there!
Good topic, it made me stop, sit down and take out a pen
I looking forward to hearing more responses on this subject
The Napkin Writer