everybody has their place of comfort, their on little oasis, their place of refuge.
mine is in a cemetery. i know this seems weird, but here i have a strange sense of comfort and peace. there always seems to be life in the cemetery even though its full of nothing but dead people. if you've ever noticed, there are always flowers around, real or fake, they are there and in a certain way they represent life. there is always a breeze flowing through, symbolizing movement to me. and there is most often times somebody visiting the ones they love and miss. which in itself, is representative of our lifestyles.
day in and day out, as long as we are breathing we are living. but are we actually living or are we just being. are we experiencing things or ignoring what we encounter. are we moving or are we going. do we move from place to place in our daily travels because we are forced or are we going, because we want to live. finally are we traveling back to our past, to the things we loved but don't physically have with us anymore. are we revisiting memories and not focusing on what's in front of us. have we been doing this so long that when we finally give those things we are holding onto up and look forward, that we are about to smack into a brick wall.
if we are actually living and going and not focusing on the things of our past, then we shouldn't find any comfort in the dead. not the physically dead, but the spiritually dead. if we are living and going, then we should be teaching others about the reason we are actually living and going. that is what we are called to do, to live life to the fullest, imitating the attitude of Christ. he has commissioned us to go and make disciples of all nations. if he has done that, then why have we found comfort in the dead.
"Wake up oh sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you." -Ephesians 4:14b
Isa ruhu-lah 'alaihis-salat was-salam, la Ilaha ilallahu, Allahu Akbar!
this simply translates into, "Wake up sleeper and Pray to God, there is but one god, God is great"
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