I often find myself fighting against an immovable force. No matter what I do or how I maneuver, there is no way around it or through it. This force feels like my enemy, yet I do not want it to disappear. This force is merciless, plodding onward and dragging me with it. If I could slow it down, move freely within it, or somehow control it then perhaps I could eek out some kind of victory. Yet as much as I fight it, I cannot make time bend to my will.
Last weekend was Easter weekend. On Friday, we remembered Jesus' bloody sacrifice on the cross as he paid the price for our rejection of the Creator. On Sunday, we celebrated the fact that he did not stay dead; three days after his death he rose from the grave. These are great things to remember, and these days have great significance--but what does Christ's resurrection mean for people 2,000 years removed from it? And is all we're going to do with it spending one day with brightly coloured, egg-shaped chocolate?
I have heard it said that one of humanity’s greatest reasons for having children is the desire to live on through them—the attempt to obtain some sort of immortality. I have four children, so I wonder what that says about me.