“Where do you think you’re going when you die?” Girl 1
“Into a casket.” Girl 2
“Why do you believe that?” Girl 1
“Because that’s what we are taught in school. We come back like a flower or something.” Girl 2
Hearing this conversation made my blood boil in the deeper parts of me. How could we, as mothers and fathers of this generation, have let go of our God given right to share the truth? When did we begin to let our schools dictate what our children are to learn about the hope of life? When did reading and writing morph into drumming all hope out of the hearts of our youth? Where are the passionate prayers for justice?
I was leaning back in a throne made of huge rocks, the best seat for viewing the ocean’s horizon. My eyes were drawn toward the sea’s wash of blue green and I could only imagine at its size. I looked up and soaked my face in the rays of the sun and the blue skies, wondering about its scope too. I tried to understand a love so vast for me, even this rule of measurement couldn’t contain it.
Ephesians 3:14-19 (NIV)
For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge–that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.