Belgic Confession Article 17Ephesians 2:1-10
Risen with Christ
Brothers and sisters in Christ,I’d like to share an e-mail with you that I received a couple of years ago from a friend I went to school with a long while ago.
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Today is a day to think about death. Why? I don't know. I'm not a particularly morbid person. In fact, I'm more of a let's-think-about-buttercups person. But the roads outside are dark; crusts of ice and gravel deck the lanes, and the sky is a dark, dense grey.Color of steel. Not a day to think about happy things. Definitelynot a day to think of buttercups.So I'm thinking about death. Existentialism. We're all going todie. We are all in the process of dying. On the flip side, we're allin the process of being born. Cells dying, cells regenerating. Welook normal on the outside. On the inside, though? Who knows?Maybe we're all dead. How do we know we're living? How dowe know that we do exist? Have we ever existed? Maybe we're just a dream some "alien" is dreaming in the middle of a Historyclass. What if we're really the hallucinations of some girl we passed in the street on Thursday? When's the last time you wereaware of yourself?We'll all be dead within eighty years. Our atoms will be reusedand you'll eventually be the left eye of a frog on a leaf inGuatemala; I'll be one of its legs. Will we be remembered then?Will we be loved?
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