Cheating Death

I woke up on the morning of April 9 feeling light headed and happy. My heart was singing and my feet were dancing, but there was no tune playing. I thought to myself that it must be Sunday, and so it was. This, though, was no ordinary Sunday. I looked at myself in the ether, as I often do at least once a day. I use it as my spiritual mirror, desperately seeking to ensure that every corner of me is lit. This time, I was not just lit, but blazing. Shimmers of light seemed to float off my body, and encircling them was a red arc--no, a circle, or an oval, if you wish.

"Why the arc?" I asked my spirit, half expecting him to say that my aura was too shiny and the Lord must have his way. But he whispered in my ear that the arc was not an arc, but a circle of divine light marking those whose end is here. Those who whispered to the savior, "Cheating death is my desire, cheating death is my command." All who wish can still be entered into love's redeeming care. All who labored for the savior, come aboard and dry your tear.

Alyssa
New Zealand