Terrorist attacks now days have become common. We are angry about them, and we cheer on
victories over such evil men when they happen.
Today's attack in Egypt made me think: What if they come for me? What if I am their next victim?
What would my last thoughts be knowing that my life was being snuffed
out by evil men who hate those who think differently than they do?
I am not afraid of death.
It is going to happen some day, and I am confident in my salvation
through Jesus' death and resurrection. I
trust in Him alone to save me.
Yet, if I
were to die today, I would miss out on so much.
I would not see my daughters graduate from high-school. I would not walk them down the aisle. I would not see my grandkids. I would miss out on so many wonderful years
with Sasha. There are places I would
never see and things I would never do.
Would I be thinking about all I would miss? Would I be angry? Would my last thoughts be hate filled at
those who hurt me and will continue to hurt my family through their act for
years to come?
Or would my final thought be like Stephen’s last words in
Acts 7:60, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them?”
I hope it would be the latter, but words are cheep. Hopefully, I will never have to find out what
I would think and do in such circumstances. Never the less, I would like my life, and my
eventual death to be one filled with grace and love for others, even those who
would purposely hurt me. Only by God’s
grace can it be so.
