When I die...

Here I am, in desperate need of a study break, listening to Sigur Ros, and thinking about life. I frequently wonder about death; however, it isn't like you probably imagine. Maybe I should rephrase, I often wonder about life. At twenty years old, I have developed an unhealthy fear of life. No, I am not afraid to awake, I'm afraid I've never really woken up. Cheesy, yes, but true. I'm so scared that one day it will be over, that I will be gone, and my life is not worth remembering. This fear propels me and motivates me. I've grown up in the church, and as much as I love the children of God, I am terrified of being like them. It appears that the average Christian lives a complacent life--a pew-warmer, if you will. The occassional "Jesus is good" and "Come visit my church" fulfill their Christian duty. Oh, but there is so much more. Complacency is killing the church, and we cannot sit by and watch. As a church, we have turned to the ideology of praying, which is good, but Christ calls us to action. Prayer cannot be a replacement for action, it must be a supplement. Boy, I feel like I could preach. What happened? Why has the church slowed down? Why are we advocating pro-life but refusing to adopt? We must provide solutions to the things we advocate. Yes, I am pro-life, but I am also pro-adoption, and if you're a child of Christ, you should be pro-adoption too. Maybe it isn't your thing--then you need to help someone else adopt. Okay, I got off on a tangent, its just adoption is one of the things I am most passionate about in life. So what I am saying? Supplement your prayer life with action. Refuse to be apathetic, refuse to be complacent. You'll never make Christ so proud. Peace & Blessings Now...go make a difference! Brigitte