Death, or ‘destiny’, it was my choice – but I didn’t know, and I’d chosen wrongly!
Thankfully, I was given the chance to choose again – yet once again flunked it! How?
A young man who happened to share my birthday pointed out facts. Yet I decided, quite deliberately, to ignore them and thus made the wrong choice.
Then another, very much older man, came like a thief in the night. This one showed me how those incorrect decisions bear consequences affecting my ‘after-life’ – if there is one! After 26 years, that life-changing event is still vividly etched within me.
Maybe this sounds far-fetched or fictional, like Dickens’ A Christmas Carol where ghosts confront Ebenezer Scrooge?
However, please make no mistake. This has nothing to do with ideas or beliefs, faith or feelings, supposition or superstition. It has everything to do with plain, simple facts.:
The eventual outcome of our own life – our post-mortem existence – is a matter of fact. And this outcome lies with our own hands – it’s our choice!
A reader’s comments upon my provocative remarks on the massacre in Paris motivates me to continue re-visiting this blog’s earliest posts for the benefit of new readers and visitors.
So I’ll illustrate my above contention with a true, Advent-related story (part 1 published).