The Line Between Life and Death

I marvel at the thin line between life and death. One moment you're breathing and your brain is functioning and your heart is pumping, the next second you're proclaimed dead. Dead, just as life is starting for all other friends of yours, dead, because some punks decided that you stared at them and decided to give chase and beat you to death. And on an auspicious day when everyone is out celebrating light-up for the Chinese New Year at Chinatown. God, why did You take him away in such a violent manner? He may be with You now, but still that was a violent and unworthy death. Well, not when compared to Jesus I suppose.

I do not know the deceased personally, but being a close buddy of Nathanial's Taekwondo instructor who is a very well-behaved boy, I don't see how bad he could have been. And the truth is, if the instructor had not have a class that evening to teach, he would probably be with them. He might be one of those injured, or he might be the one dead. Or what if 10 years later it's my son in that situation? Am I supposed to surrender to God and be happy that my son is finally in the kingdom, and I will one day met him in the kingdom, indefinitely? How is it possible not to be bitter about the whole event especially if you are someonepersonally involved in the incident?

I guess this is where out true surrender and submission to God is ultimately tested. Remembering the dragon boat competitor who died at Myanmar? His Christian father just fully submitted to God and surrendered his one and only son to God's care in the kingdom. No easy feat. I just pray that this will not happen to me, and if it unfortunately does, I will be spiritually strong enough to take it in my step.

Jesus, You're my strength. Carry me through all trials and tribulations please. Amen.