It all seemed like a terrible joke. Each waking moment dawned on the hearts of people that perhaps it may be true; that perhaps the news that streamed down their ears was true; that perhaps the singular constant apart from birth had come earlier than anyone would have guessed let alone desired. To some he was a friend. To some he was a son and a brother. To some he was the spontaneous flame that burnt frantically, occasionally breaking off into dance, moving to the beat of his own drum. Yet to his Father, his Heavenly Father, He was a child; not just a child- but His child.
The people sat in the auditorium. Flooded from the back to the front, hearts and minds recollected memories shared and moments lived with one who many considered a friend. Tales of his charm and spunk echoed the room as each bore testament of the life that was lived; a life that stretched down to the depths of love sparking grace and more grace to all who needed it (everyone); a life that was daring to try and explore, ceasing opportunity at its horns as life and purpose leaked from his core; a life that resurrected from the pits of the world as his heart collided with the reckless unadulterated love of God. Nobody quite expected that we would be listening to his eulogies (not now, and perhaps not ever). Yet what echoed true from those who knew him was this: he lived each day as if it were his last.
“…he lived each day as if it were his last”
Birth and death are certain entities of which we must all taste to perform our human duty. Each life, each breath and each being resounds a melody that beams across the universes frontier echoing the deep sentiments of what lies within. We author our own words. We author our own notes. We author our own lives (and so we think). Yet, when God grabs a grip of our hearts He sets into pace a different tune, a different melody, a new song; a song that declares and decrees the wonders of God; a song that declares and decrees the counsel of God; a song that bears testament to eternity. Each second and each moment is our last. Yet it feels like the melody will never end. “He lives each day as if it were his last.” The transformational power of Jesus Christ found a young man in college: Evans Banda. The earthly met the heavenly as his trajectory spun around as he found his being, his intended being, in God. It was unanimously clear that beyond the charm, charisma and “ma looks” lived a God that lay resident in his heart, piecing together the brokenness and depravity that plagues mankind. He said yes to His call. He said yes to His eternal beckoning. He said yes to dance to the beat of His drum. Jesus daily calls us to live beyond ourselves; to live beyond the castles, fortitudes and glories of this world; to live for Christ Jesus our Lord (for even in dying we gain). Who will you live for?
As someone said, “we will miss his body but we shall meet again.” Our hope in Jesus Christ far supersedes all earthly surety and security. We have a definite hope- a sure anchorage for our souls. For even in the here and now, we know there is eternity.
14 For since we believe that Jesus died and was raised to life again, we also believe that when Jesus returns, God will bring back with him the believers who have died.
15 We tell you this directly from the Lord: We who are still living when the Lord returns will not meet him ahead of those who have died.[b] 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven with a commanding shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trumpet call of God. First, the believers who have died[c] will rise from their graves. 17 Then, together with them, we who are still alive and remain on the earth will be caught up in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. Then we will be with the Lord forever. 18 So encourage each other with these words. 1 Thessalonians 4:14-18
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