I wonder about death and people dying, the so-called ‘good’ people, the ‘bad’ people and I wonder where people go when they die. When we were much younger, our parents will tell us the dead go up to meet Jesus. But as you get older and lose a loved one or two, a dear friend, a brother or a sister, a parent, anyone in our mind we think didn’t deserve to die, or you think about dying yourself, you wonder some more. Where do people really go when they die and, is anyone really ‘good’? Do you really go to meet Jesus? Do you go somewhere else and continue living? Or do you just vanish? As a Christian, I am made to believe that your soul goes up to be judged by God. Which brings me to this question about death, good people, and bad people. Are you a perfect angel, the devil’s right hand, or somewhere in between?
Do you think life is just white or black because I do not? It was probably meant to be, but somewhere along the line, something got tainted and white or black got mixed into lots of different shades. Suzy Kazem said, “None of us are just black or white, or never wrong and always right. No one. No one exists without polarities. Everybody has good and bad forces working with them, against them, and within them.” So how do you judge whether a person is good or bad?
The bible says, “Judge not so you would not be judged”. The truth is no one is good. As humans when we meet someone our first instinct is basically to size up. If we see something that we feel doesn’t fit in with us, we judge. Everyone thinks their way is the right way, but they don’t know. “Ye without sin cast the first stone”! We all have vices we fight to keep in check, sometimes we win, sometimes we fail, but the thing is to get up and continue fighting. Each person has there own cross and there own ways to carry it. You have your way and others have theirs, the thing to remember is that ‘your way’ is not the only way because many times, the cross is not the same.
I remember a death that happened in my family when I was a child; my aunt’s son who was my cousin died. I hardly knew him but I knew we were related and he was someone important to me. So when my aunt came to our house on that day with him, left and didn’t come back with him and I heard I would never live to see him again I was confused. In my mind, I only thought old and bad people died. He was so young, he hadn’t even lived, and he didn’t deserve to die. He didn’t even get to grow up. This was also how confused I felt when an old friend died sometime this year. Is death something you really deserve because you are good or bad?
I have lived and I have learned not to judge. Like Paulo said “We can never judge the lives of others because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path”. You are good in this way and the other person is good in that way. We all try to be good because there is no other way to live. It can’t all be white or black; the different shades will always show. At the end of the day, we try to be good, even though it kills us or until you are tired.