You're Going the Wrong Way

No Longer on the Right Side

No Longer on the Right Side

The sign was blunt as black. Black, as in the color of death, somehow. So, may I presume that going the wrong way is destined death?

I'm reminded that our bodies will be in the ground one day. Death is imminent.

Wait! Why should I fear this death? If I "go the wrong way", so what? Why should I desperately contain the doomed life I have, when, on its own, it can do nothing for me?

My hope - even when I go the supposed & deadly wrong way, is that I have someone to walk through death with me. And I'm certain that on the other side of death - on the other side of that "wrong way", there is life. Full and perfect.

And I so look forward to it.