The Way
My mother breathed her last in 2022. I thought a smile peered from her lips after her hospital gown was changed to one of her favorite set of clothes. Mommy lived the last two years of her life in misery but she carried it with grace. Could suffering before death a form of spiritual cleansing, a way to purify the soul when one has not done so during a lifetime? Could sickness be mercy so a soul can ascend to the Holy Abode? Was the subtle curve that appeared on the side of her mouth meant she had earned a pass? I believe so.
Dust molded in His Image, our body. The Creator then puffed His Holy Breath, our soul! Why did God make me? I used to ask, “I would die anyway, why do I have to live?” Every creation of God is perfect, each creature a masterpiece, fulfilling a purpose, summoning a story, a life! Yet life starts as a package, one cannot choose where to start but only on how to direct it to its end.
There is a destination after death, for we live to die and die to live and in-between is the story we made. Every action is a step up in the course of life or a weight that drags down. I want to go to heaven, would you like that too? Jesus said, ‘One has to be a little child to enter the kingdom of heaven’. If humility accepts the reality of heaven, worldliness ushers it to oblivion. It is but a short life on earth to prepare for an everlasting one, can the way be really hard? Our faith will carry us through. For there is another place of disembarkation for the soul, and we would not want to be there.