I can promise you that you will exit this life, this body.
Since our bodies have a Designer, no matter how hard we ignore the science, it seems we should think about that Designer.
Goodness, whatever that Designer was thinking when this whole life thing was put into motion, I'm hoping there is a point beyond this short-term gig in our human, set-to-expire bodies.
Are we a hoax? Can't be--we're way too relational, way too complex, way too fearfully and wonderfully made.
When we exit this life and this body, do we go back to someplace that was our beginning? Not the womb, not the tomb, but a place nonetheless--perhaps that will house the "us" that exists outside of our bodies? The me that makes me me, and the you that makes you you?
I often spend part of my day making these kind of travel plans. I think I am going to someplace when I exit here and I suspect I'll be face to face with Whatever or Whomever made me.
If that Whomever asks me how I spent the "bodytime" I was granted, will I stutter and stammer and complain and grouse and attempt to deflect the Gaze that probably knows everything anyway? I mean, what Designer wouldn't know everything about Its design?
These are some troubling questions. Put those into your Monday Planner.
I sort of hope this question unnerves you as much as it does me: what will I say when I get there?
Happy, troubling-question Monday.
