Some days I wake up wearing my I-don’t-give-a-crap hat, and I have a hard time caring about the chaotic mess this world has become. I watch in amazement as people go about their daily lives, seemingly oblivious to the fact the world is indeed flat, and we’re about to step over the proverbial edge. I get the impression people think if they don’t look at the chasm, it’s not really there. And, besides, things are going great where they are, so why not just enjoy it while it lasts. You know, the old “Eat, drink, and be merry” thing. But, if I’m not mistaken, that line ends with, “for tomorrow we die.” And, do you know what the majority of people are most afraid of? Dying.
I’m not afraid because I have faith there is still hope for this world that’s spinning wildly toward destruction, and I also have this deep-rooted conviction the worst thing that can happen to me—death—is actually the best thing that can happen to me. As a Christian, I believe when my mortal body dies, my spirit will go to be with Jesus, and—to use a well-worn phrase—I’ll be in a far better place.
But! I also believe I have a purpose on this planet, and I have a strong desire to complete whatever I was put here to accomplish. One of these days I’ll figure out what exactly that is, but so far I haven’t found a niche for a fearless redneck.