I am going to die. That is true. Someday I will die. So will everyone. The only certainty about life is that we are born and then we die. Whatever happens in between is down to chance and nothing else.
Whether after entering this world we end up rich or poor is a function of chance. It will depend on whether on a particular day you were in the right place at the right time to seize that wonderful opportunity to make millions.
To be poor will probably be an outcome of a teacher who failed you at school because he didn’t like your face, hence consigning you to a life of poverty. Even life expectancy is a matter of chance. You might be so wealthy that you eat the best food in the world and bathe in mineral water and coconut oil, but then simply die from a snake bite while enjoying an exotic holiday.
So in life, there are only two certainties. We are born in order to engage in variety of activities before we die. In other words, as soon as we are born we while away time waiting for the other certainty.
That is why I say I am going to die. When? I don’t know. That is why I say you are all going to die. When? I don’t know.
That sad fact established, we engage in so many activities between attainting life and checking out that we don’t wish to die. We all know we will die. But none of us wants to die.
Granted if we do die, we want to be resurrected. We want to die and then one day rise from the dead so that we can continue where we left off by partaking in our favourite activities. Which brings us to the remarkable question: is there life after death?
The religious types say there is. Others are not so sure. The atheists say there is nothing like that. But even in denying the concept of life after death, secretly they wish it were true because they want to live forever. In the instance they are unable to, they want to do their dying, rest for a while and be resurrected.
What is it that we miss so much about life? Well, the moment you die, you are parted from your family and friends.
That cannot be nice. You miss having drinks with the lads. You cannot go watch your favourite football team.
Okay, I guess when you are up there you are so high you can choose which matches to watch in any part of the world. But it is not the same as being with your friends at the stadium.
But I think there is another reason why people want to be resurrected. That is the main reason why I want to rise from the dead.
For me unlike the tall, skinny man with long blonde hair and sad blue eyes who was nailed to the cross, it is not to save the world. It is not to be nice. The only reason I want to be resurrected is to settle scores.
First of all, I would want to have a serious chat with all the people who claimed they were my friends and yet didn’t cry when they heard I was dead. I want to be resurrected so I can ask them why they didn’t break down. Weren’t they supposed to be my friends?
Then I want to visit the staff at the morgue who made snide remarks about certain parts of my anatomy. I would want to ask them what they found so funny about my naked self when they were supposed to be solemnly preparing me for burial.
Of course, I would want to talk to the blokes who were whispering about how pretty my partner looked in her mourning dress. In particular, I want to be resurrected in order to have a showdown with the man who moved into my house just a few months after my death. He will have to account for sleeping on my side of the bed. How dare he suggest things to my partner that I never considered?
As for my partner, the day I rise, I would want her to explain why she blew my insurance policy payout on the man who just spent a few months enjoying the comfort of my home before vanishing. Definitely, I would want to know why she did things with that other bloke that she never did with me. Heck, she would have to state where she learnt all those tricks.
That is why I want to be resurrected. I want to settle scores with all the people who were nasty to me when I was dead. The friends who did not cry. The morgue attendants who were drinking beers and making snide remarks about my anatomy. I want to settle scores with the chap who dated my wife. I want to ask him why he did things with my wife that I never did with her. I want the wife to explain where she learnt all the tricks I never knew she knew during my lifetime. And I want her to account for why my insurance money disappeared so quickly.
All I am saying is that having determined the certainty of life and death, we all need to be optimistic and look forward to resurrection. I am now convinced there is life after death. We will all be resurrected and return to this world.
That said we must be clear as to what we want to do when we rise from the dead. I have told you I will be settling scores and demanding a few answers from some people.
Well, what are you going to do the day you are resurrected? Please share your ideas with those closest to you. If you are a man take your wife into confidence and share with her the questions you will be asking the day you are resurrected!
