People in a restaurant

you only live once

Lately I have been reminded of the shortness of life. The small time frame of a few seconds up to 110 years (which seems to be quite rare).

And though I am only 19, it seems just yesterday my dad was telling me bed time stories about a pair of raccoons named One Eye and Scar Face as he carried me up the stairs, half asleep, to my bedroom.

It’s gone by quick. Too fast. And there are days when all I want is to go back and relive life, making the most of every opportunity, fixing wrong decisions I’ve made and have those conversations that never happened.

But yolo.
You only live once.

Once chance.
One shot.
One life.

To be more specific, over 6 months ago my uncle passed away in a car crash and very recently my high school math teacher passed away from a heart attack.

Both were unexpected.

There have been others.
People I didn’t know.
People I did.
Those I cared for and those I loved.

You have them too.
Your mom.
Your dad.
A family member.
A close friend.
A person.
Someone.

And thinking about that small time frame of a few seconds up to 110 years, I can’t help but want to do something.

Something big.
Something useful.
Something inspiring.

Something like the Great Commission.

It all started around AD 30 when a man named Jesus died a brutal death on a cross to pay an ultimate sacrifice that could not be satisfied by anything but perfection. That perfection was His blood.

You see, there is a God – one God – who created the universe and imagined every small detail, all the way down to each line that makes up our fingerprints.

He loves us.
He longs for us.
And He longs for us to love Him back.

So God sent Jesus (His only Son) to die on a cross and pay for our bad decisions, regrets and mistakes. Jesus’ life paid for the wrong choices that we have made and continue to make, so that He can not only be with us, but can live inside of us.

But you see, it didn’t end there.

After Jesus Christ was crucified, he rose.
He came back to life.
He was new,
whole,
healed.

He told his eleven disciples to go to a mountain in Galilee, and on the rocks of a mountain he stood, our Savior, Jesus.

The eleven were there.

Some were probably bowing, singing songs and worshiping him. Others doubting and probably thinking, “How could a man die and be brought back to life?”

But to all of them Jesus said,

“All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”

What an honor.
What a mission.
What a promise.

God has called us to be His disciples and go make more disciples.

But life is short.

There is a small time frame of a few seconds up to 110 years. And the reality is that not everyone will hear the story of Christ, unless we tell them.

Not everyone will experience Christ’s love, unless we show them.

Not everyone will accept Christ or become a follower of Jesus, but some will, if we walk along side them.

If we move past what’s “comfortable”.
If we take risks.
If we love.
If we tell stories.
If we create relationships.
If we move.
Go.
Make disciples.

Who are the people in your life who need to know the love and redemption of Christ?

Who do you want to see again in heaven someday?

Remember: life is short, and God has called us on a mission to share His story to the rest of the world.

So move.
Because yolo.
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