Life is short. We are “like the morning mist, and like the dew that passes away early, like the chaff that is driven with the whirlwind out of the threshing floor, and like the smoke out of the chimney” (Hosea 13:3). Only Jesus changes that. Jesus makes us eternally significant.
Still sneering?
What finality: When that lightning quick final moment “ends you”. Will Jesus meet you then?
It’s all okay
It’s okay. It’s okay to be exactly who and what you are, do just what you want. It’s all okay, yah?