Priorities and Death

It is not pleasant moment, a strain just to communicate. Words are woefully inadequate and all the sympathies, all the concerns in the world do not fix the problem. Such is the scenario when a person sits with friends or family, having discovered, “I have cancer.”

There is a whole new set of priorities that burst onto the scene when you find out that tomorrow is a “maybe” at best; terminal illness is like that. Suddenly, a great many of those things you stressed over are no longer important. How I look, what I drive, or what social clique I run with is of little consequence now, and never should have been. Now, the target is to live today, for tomorrow is uncertain. At times like these, it is comforting to be able to say, “I am a Christian.”

A Christian is not worried about a long life lived in sin for which he must now rush to make amends. Having “fought a good fight” a Christian has “finished the course (and) kept the faith.” The hope of heaven stands before as an incitement, beckoning one into perfect peace and the presence of God.

Implied in the statement “I am a Christian” is the invitation, “Don’t you wish you were one, too?” When one loves the Lord, “things” are not as important as souls, and one lives life with eyes on heaven, doing one’s best to take someone along. It is a pity that it takes tragedy for some to realize the priority Jesus should have in their life. It is a joy when you’ve lived your whole life in anticipation of being with Jesus forever. What is important to you? If you knew your days were numbered (Psalm 90:12), where would your priorities be?