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Thieves in the Temple

We were at the Super Bowl.

The rainy one, where he played.

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Had I know how “epic” it truly was, I probably would have taken more pictures.

Like many of you, I grew up listening to Prince.

The world remains rocked about his death, outpouring reflective tweets, pictures, and posts.

Heartbroken over a musical genius.

Anguished about his greatness and the hole he will forever leave in the music industry.

My heart grieves his death from a completely different aspect.

I (obviously) didn’t know Prince.

I don’t know his heart, or who he was in his quiet moments.

I don’t know what he thought about before he went to sleep, or who he was when no one was watching.

Though he was a Jehovah’s Witness, who do not believe Jesus to be equal with God or able to atone for the sins of man, I don’t know if perhaps he did believe in Jesus. The true Prince of Peace.

I don’t know.

And so I grieve based solely on the fruits of what I do know.

Remembering life is short.

Remembering the things this world holds dear, that what they love as treasures, are so different than that which our Savior holds dear.

Remembering the things of this world shall pass away, but the Word of our God shall last forever.

That, for the most part, the movies, music, and trappings we enjoy will burn as chaff in His fire one day.

I don’t want to be remembered for my contributions in this fleeting world, no matter how great they may be (and trust me, I live a very small life and will never be esteemed as one who offered “brilliance").

I want to be remembered as a girl who loved God.

Who, despite my huge mistakes, was changed by His grace and truly, fully, wholeheartedly loved Him because of it. 

Who lived a life that was devoted to Him, and who left the souls of man forever changed for eternity because of it.

When I die one day, the world will not be full of saddened tweets about how I changed history.

In fact, in the grand scheme of the entire world, very few people will even know it happened.

I don’t want to change history.

I want to change eternity.

I don’t want to live for this moment.

I want to live forever.

So when I see the world grieving the loss of a musical giant, I grieve because they’re saddened over the wrong things.

I’m not saying it’s wrong to be sad, please don’t misunderstand. We all mourn the deaths of those we love.

It’s all about perspective.

One day we will stand before our Lord to give an account.

In spite of the fact everyone wants to believe we all worship the same God and just get to Him on different paths, there’s only one true God.

One true Path.

I realize these words probably don’t make sense to most.

However, for the few who know where I’m coming from, remember life is short.

May we not let the trappings of this life steal our eyes from our true Treasure.

To my fellow Christians, I implore you to live a life devoted to His work.

May we be more saddened over the loss of souls than music.

In keeping with Colossians 3, may we set our minds on things above, not on earthly things.
Perspective

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