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Two nights in a row, I'm reminded of how fragile life is and how quickly we come and go. We're not as invincible as we try to be.

"Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes." James 4:14 (ESV)

For the Christ follower, "to die is gain" right? If that's so, and if I truly believe it, then death shouldn't be all scary like people make it out to be. What has begun to concern me more is what precedes that phrase in the well known Philippians passage.

"To live is Christ." When standing before the face of death, especially these last two evenings, I'm becoming more convicted that we, ones who call ourselves Christians, do an awful job at living the way Christ has called us to. We're too concerned about our own comfort and safety that we'd rather not cause any trouble, fearing that we might get hated on or something - because we're totally unaware and surprised that people don't like us to begin with, right?

When will we rise up as the Church to bring hope to the broken hearted? We lose good people everyday. I can't help but think that the people who are affected by such loss will only be able to find peace in Christ. I've been praying for revival, for the Holy Spirit to be blowing the winds of a resurgence, and for the sails of the church to catch this wind. There's been no other time that I've been alive where a need for Christ has been so strong. The world's been preaching a message of false hope and false salvation long enough. I want to be part of what Christ is doing in this city and this country; I firmly believe I'm no longer content to just sit quietly in my space and let people wander aimlessly with no real hope in their lives.

Our lives are way too short and fragile to just casually waste away.