My aunt died last Monday. Last time I saw her was on New Year’s day for our yearly family reunion. She was healthy. She was active. She was dancing and singing. No sign of anything amiss.
January 29, I receive a message from my mom, telling me that my aunt was in the ICU because of a rare disease called Guillain-Barre Syndrome. I went straight to google to see what I could find.
1 to 2 cases out of 100,000 per year.
The treatment was expensive. Her immediate family was able to start her on the daily treatment. But it was too late. After a week in ICU, my aunt passed away.
My prayers go out to her family. To my dad, who was really close to her. I, unfortunately, was not. It was only through our yearly family reunion that I got to talk to her, to hear her stories and to tell her briefly how I have been.
Life is unpredictable. No one ever knows when it’s their time. Someone can live their life forever scared of all the possible horror that they might experience, or live like there’s no tomorrow, but in the end it’s still the same story.
Life is unpredictable. And yet it is beautiful. It defines you. The life you have is based on how you have acted on the unpredictability of it. On what you have done.
But this life is not all that there is. There is something beyond life that is more beautiful. More unpredictable, because we do not know. We may know enough to want it. But we’ll never know until we get there. That is the beauty of the afterlife. The mystery.
Sometimes I wonder about people who don’t believe in the afterlife. Do they think that this is all there is? What becomes the meaning of life for them? Thinking that after this life, it’s the end. Like a game over with no replays. Do they enjoy their life more, knowing that everything ends and then nothing.
That is very sad. I don’t think I could enjoy my life thinking that there is nothing beyond the years that I have on this earth. I would keep asking myself everyday, what is the purpose of all this…
Much worse, in my opinion, is believing in everything or believing in something vague.
So, dear reader, if you have reached this last part of the post, I’m here to tell you what my purpose is in life. It’s to tell you about Christ Jesus, who died for our sins. All you have to do is accept Him as your personal Savior. It’s that easy. Yet it’s the hardest thing to do, because it involves putting your trust in Him and it means that you will change your ways because you now have accepted Him into your heart.
Life is unpredictable. Don’t let it be too late.