Life is too short to make sense. I hate seeing loved ones go too soon. At a young age, my mom lost her life a month before she would turn 48 which was also two months before I would turn 16. One of the hardest things for me to realize is that she would not be there for almost every single accomplishment that I will ever reach. When I finally got my degree, it felt like something was missing. And I know when I finally get married I might still feel a little empty. I believe that the saddest part is that the details of her slowly begin to fade. Her smile begins to lose its radiance and memories of her voice begin to fade out.
I may never remember what it was like standing next to her, but I will always remember when she dropped me off at my new school in second grade and I kept holding on to her leg because I didn’t want her to leave. I may never remember what it was like to fight, but I will always remember what it felt like to hug after. People don’t live on in the details, people live on in the memories and the memories of love seem to always come at the perfect moments.
Maybe I am slightly manic depressive, but I notice that the acute negative events or occurrences in our lives can bring our darkest and deepest pains to the surface. I will always remember when my aunt told me about a terrible day that she was having that eventually triggered her to become aware of the part of her heart that has been missing. I hate it when the stress of life reveals the pain that we are hiding. In this moment of sudden intense sadness as the tears were starting to come, she told me “then your mom’s song came on and that is when I knew I did not have to worry because she was watching over me.”
I am not really an expert on life after death. I have no idea what might happen when we die, but what I do know is that the memories we create will have a lasting effect on the people we have impacted long after we are gone. It sounds cryptic, but death shouldn’t come as a surprise to us. There is no escaping our fate but if we want to be remembered in the future our work starts right now. We need to love like today matters.
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. -Maya Angelou” Don’t underestimate the power of love.
Easter Sunday will always serve as a reminder to love with my greatest capability because the whole message of the gospel depends on this one day. Gospel means “good news” and the message is that God’s son, Jesus, came down from heaven to live a sinless life and to make us all holy by sacrificing his life for the sins of all humanity. What Jesus did for us was the greatest act of love known to mankind, but if Jesus died and was not risen who cares? Outside of his teachings and his miracles his life would be meaningless. Without the resurrection there is no gospel because that would mean Jesus was not God, but just a good teacher. But if the resurrection is really true, then it was through love that God himself came down from heaven so that all people could have peace and hope.
The gospel was always meant for every single person regardless of who you are or what you have done. I think collectively as believers in Christ we need to apologize to those that have been wounded by the church. The wounds that bury deepest are from the battles that we never thought we would have to fight. We shouldn’t have to fight these battles of gender, identity, and race. Instead we should we should walk in unity and respect and we should be focused on living every single day of our lives to be remembered my our love.
It is through Easter that I understand that I am enough. I am worthy to be loved and I am worth the sacrifice that Jesus had to make so he could conquer death. Jesus’s resurrection will be remembered again and again until the end of time as the perfect proof that love really has no end. This message of love is for this world. This message of hope is for humanity.