"I'm dying," she said.
There was a collective gasp throughout the classroom. We were twelfth graders taking a semester of psychology; some of us were genuinely interested in studying what made others tick, then there were those students who thought this elective class would be a no-brainer A. It turned out that it didn't matter since our teacher was excellent in getting us to extend our adolescent soupy brains.
What was this guest speaker doing standing in front of the classroom, telling us she was dying? We were kids. We had at least a half million years of life ahead of us. Who wanted to deal with death?
Then, her next line tipped our desks even more. "You're dying too. From the moment we're born we spend each second dying, each second that we age we draw nearer to death."
You must admit this speaker knew how to seize a teen's brain. But, is it true? Do we spend each second of life dying, or do some of us spend each second living?
Death surrounds us.
A guest on my blog, Everyone's Story, slated for mid-December, just perished in a house fire the day after Thanksgiving. Her husband was beside her in this tragedy.
Back in the 80's and 90's I lost three women in my life: my mother, grandmother, and my aunt. Five years ago my oldest childhood friend died after a 13-year battle with breast cancer.
I'm sure I'm not alone in saying that I presently know quite a few people struggling with either cancer or some other horrid disease. As for myself, I've had a few scares, but thank God each episode was benign.
This is probably an odd piece to write before Christmas and the New Year holidays. Please don't think of me as Bah! Humbug! Scrooge-ish.
As a Christian I know Heaven is nothing short of...well, heaven...eternal bliss. Hey, count me in! But do I want to rush it? Of course not. Why? Honestly, I don't know what tomorrow will bring. Life is rough. Life is interesting. Life is scary. Life is a bowl of mixed fruit: some sweet, others tart.
All I know is that I'm living. I'm dying. I'm holding onto Christ's hands tighter and tighter these days, breathing a bit easier because I know that although my hands may get sweaty with human anxiety, I know that God forever has a grip on my hand.
Elaine Stock never expected that a college major in psychology and sociology would walk her through the see-saw industries of food service and the weight-loss business; co-ownership with her husband in piano restoration; and ten years in community leadership. All great fodder for creating fiction.
Elaine’s blog, Everyone’s Story (http://elainestock.blogspot.com), has been graced by an awesome international viewership from over 125 countries. Everyone’s Story hosts weekly interviews and reflections from published authors unpublished writers and readers who share inspirational stories.
A former RWA member, she has presented writing workshops. Presently involved in ACFW, she was a 2011 semi-finalist in the prestigious Genesis Contest in the contemporary fiction division. Her first short story was published on Christian Fiction Online Magazine.
With her own childhood void of God, and becoming a Christian first in her twenties, she is targeting her novels to adult audiences with the central theme that God’s unconditional and always-present love is with each one of us, even during tough times.
Everyone's Story http://elainestock.blogspot.com/