Pronounced Wiff-Em...
What's in it for me?
That was the enlightening question I was left to ponder...
Death:
While it's sad to those who are left behind to pick up the pieces and continue on, it's something we all must face sooner or later for tomorrow is not promised...
Every pinnacle moment in history has had a leader. A sacrificial lamb. From suffering comes progress. Tears dry. Bruises and wounds heal.
So many martyrs have come before. They will come after. The day will also come when He saves us from suffering. Love seems to be the call that rings. Fear is the fuel to the fire. Someone always answers.
Who's next in the Rolodex?
Will I be next?
Could I be next?
Should I be next?
I'm willing to be next for I accepted death so long ago. Pieces of me have fallen into so many categories over my 31 years that I know what it's life to have lived comfortably and I know how to survive. I've also been stripped of everything except this little voice that summons invisible hands that push me to speak my mind unafraid of lethal reaction. So many people try to protect me when I know my day hasn't arrived. I've answered the call to evangelize and share the Good News that God does love us all.
Brave individuals with conviction have been called. Liars have been called. Murderers have been called. Slaves have been called. Prisoners have been called. The rich have been called. The poor has been called. The disabled have been called. Women have been called. Children have been called. Gays have been called. Trans have been called. The proof is in that history book. The test is open book and every tomorrow our eyes open to is another day to get a better grade. We're even allowed to share our answers!
Love. It's all that ever matters...
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