Dying

It seems there is so much death this year - earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, plane crashes, train accidents; I hear of people dying in their prime - usually from cancer. Across the globe, disaster after disaster crashing on the heels of each other.
And it just slams home the fact that life is really really transient and calls to mind the question of whether or not there is life after this life we are living.

There are some among us that would want us to believe that they KNOW where they are going after they leave this world - heaven. Yet these same people are nowhere near being kindhearted, spiritual, giving, loving or forgiving. Does going to church on Sundays count? Does praying the mandatory five times a day count? Do the rendering of vicious and vitriolic curses on "enemies" (never mind that one could be one's own enemy!) but paying tithes guarantee a pass through the Pearly Gates? Or does simply believing, without supporting GODLY actions (the terrorists who kill innocents in the name of Allah believe they shall have seven virgins when they get to heaven - come on guys, will we be having sex in heaven?), that one will go to heaven get that soul into heaven?

We get so caught up with living we give no thought to dying. It probably is as a result of a very basic human fear, that of the unknown. We peer into the darkness of the realm of the dead and we cannot see, and what we cannot see, we fear.
Yet, death is about the only thing we can be certain and sure of in this realm of ours. As long as we live, we will die. It is the natural order of things, so why do we not prepare for it?

After hearing of and watching the sadness of yet another disaster, I quietly make a promise to myself - that I shall begin to order the chaos that is my life. To decide not to clutter my life and my soul with irrelevancies, holding on to only what is truly important. I want to die thinking, "Thank God for my life" and "God let me find you on this new journey" NOT "Oh SHIT!".

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