Life
It’s Sunday night and I just got back home from the hospital. It’s crazy how I constantly switch hats in my walk through life. During the week I’m investigating violent crimes and arresting people. Then comes Sunday and I’m the pastor of a church preaching to a congregation and tending to the needs of our flock.
Anyway, as I was saying, I just got home from the hospital. I was visiting a brother who is on his deathbed. The family is deciding whether to pull the plug or hold on a couple of more days just to see if a miracle happens. I stood in front of this man, his eyes open staring blankly into mine. “Can he see me? Can he hear me?” I asked myself. “Brother Jose, it’s me, Luis Santoyo. I’m here to let you know that we are all praying for you. Your life is in God’s hands and He is in full control. Be at peace my brother.”
I said a prayer for him and then I just stood there thinking, one of these days we will all cross that threshold. We will all say good-bye to this world. When that day comes, will I be satisfied with what I did? Did I make a difference? Will I be remembered? What will my children say about me when I’m gone?
This was just another reminder of how short and delicate life really is. Another one of those wake-up calls. Every morning that we wake up and walk out that door is another miracle. We so take life for granted at times. We fail to remember that one day we will all make that journey. The question is, will we leave something behind that others will be blessed by? A song, a book, a message, something that will lead others to where we’re going. Something that will bring others to Christ. I know one thing for sure. If brother Jose makes that journey, he has touched at least one person in this life……me.
Peace….
very cool bro.