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March 13, 2009


Alexander Wilhelmsen

While we may not have all the answers, at least we have some kind of comfort that there is something real that we believe in. It just seems like those that don't believe aren't necessarily those who don't want to believe. Honestly, who wants to believe in a belief system with a history book of some people with serious problems like us... well, maybe we do.

Anyways, those who don't believe dismiss it outright or has some kind of strong held ignorance or hate for the belief system. In other words, a blindness. I don't know, I guess I'm too stupid to have to do all the research to belief something that has proven itself to be true before then. Not that I'm not thankful for Lee Strobel, Josh McDowell, or anyone else who went from atheist to the most well known apologists. Why I bring this up is that we have a hope in something real that others refuse to believe, despite it being unbelieveable on the bare surface.

In the midst of pain, at the least, there is God. God understands, even when people do not, and God loves, even when people do not.

On dying at the time of life, I would have to say that the easiest (and none of them should be really) would be someone who lived beyond life expectancy (which is about 77). There's no immediate family left behind to take care of beyond maybe an elderly spouse who's in their twilight anyways.

From an outside standpoint, a baby would be next, but the parents seem to wonder, "What if?"

Children under 12 who haven't yet gotten to that age where they are heading towards independence.

Then it's parents of young children, this is harder because even though the child has hopes and dreams, the family hurts worse from losing one of the parents at that age.

The roughest, depending on how it happened, are those who die as teenagers/single adults who are the most likely to be free to do what they want to do to change the world. The first steps of the dreams that have been dreamt are just coming together. Nick Adenhart of the Los Angeles Angels and his friends come to mind, killed by a drunk driver who oddly enough is around his age. I feel for those that were lost, but how can you be so stupid as a driver? That's beside the point to an extent, but still.

As for those left behind, it's why I'm still here doing what I do within youth ministry and want to do more despite the obstacles from others and myself. I don't get how the young people who have the resources to change their surroundings don't and those who want things to change can't do it. Anyways, why eat, drink, and be merry until you die? Seems like a waste. I know why people give up on life, but I also know why I haven't done it.

I hope that you reached some teenagers at that funeral. I also hope that any that attend mine just toss me off a barge or something else cheaper than turning me to ashes or worm food. Go throw a party and serve the community, do something that would make me happy if I was still there. What is unfortunate isn't that those students seemed to just be living for the day, because that's not a bad thing in of itself. Living for the day keeps a person grounded so that they aren't too far ahead of themselves. It becomes a problem when we thing about ourselves only and not about God and what he wants for us and for others through us.

Truly, Jesus is the resurrection and the life, and that was no more true than the day he came back. A day we just left behind yesterday. Celebrate, he is risen!

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