After a time of reflection.

I work in the intensive care unit of a large hospital.

I work daily amongst tangible grief, despair, tragedy, sorrow and death.

But I am not depressed. I am convinced that we are all going to die.

I am not exaggerating when I say that every week I talk to people who need to be convinced of their coming death. I live in a world where people actually need constant reminders about their coming death. Correction, there are inescapable reminders all around us, what we need is realization.

Realization...that you will die. Realization that death is coming anytime, perhaps even tomorrow.

I think the reason people blow this question off so easily, is that when they look at the question, it seems so confusing, vague, and pointless. Scary. I can relate to this hardship. But the truth is worth finding out.

Why am I alive? What is the point of life? What should I do with my life? Why is it so hard sometimes? What happens when I die?

There are answers.

God, God. Help us see. Take away the heavy fog that blinds us. Help us see what is real. Help us to seek truth, and not suppress it. Reveal the lies that we believe. Give us real wisdom, intelligence, understanding, perspective. Help us God. We cannot do it alone.