His Grace Will Meet You There

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That’s not my old car…

A few days ago was my grandmother’s 8th anniversary of her passing. Many things have changed since then. I was a very different person back then. But one thing for sure, I miss her. We went to her gravesite. Looking at the grave tablet, it’s just the same as it was 8 years ago. It really felt like the whole thing happen not so long ago.

At the same time during the same day (or maybe a day difference) of my grandmother’s anniversary, a friend of mine whose grandfather (whom I briefly met) passed away too. I can tell what she’s going through in this moment. Quenching, heartbreaking, anguish, despair, sorrow… Something that wasn’t so strange to me.

Nothing that we have in this world can last forever. Even the very thing that we hold dear can rot and be eaten up by moss. How long this earth can last? Even friends, siblings, parents and so on, one day they will be gone. That’s reality. We’re living on borrowed time in some sense. There will come a day when the clock stops ticking and the light goes out. I ask myself, how much have I done to make a difference in the people that I’ve come in contact with? How much time did I take to appreciate my parents? How much effort did I take to build strong bonds among my siblings? How many times did I take a pause and tell how much I love to the person that I care the most? And finally, what the heck am I doing now? pause *duhhh…

In a nut shell, we’re all going to be goners someday. It’s just a matter of how fast are we going to kick the bucket. And even more interesting, how are we going to kick the bucket? How does it feels like at the very last few second before we die? That’s a very hard question. “When it comes to the end of the road…” just as someone told me, “… His grace will meet you there”..

 

1 Thess 4:13-14; Heb 6:9, 10:23