Everything ends, one way or another. Time has an inevitable control over life, over circumstances and experiences, on both the living and non-living. This morning I woke up to a day that is now over. Once I was in kindergarten, an age and experience long gone.

And the future? In the light of the truth that everything ends how should I respond? What should I do with the cold, hard fact that the future will one day be today?

As morbid as this sounds, today I was thinking about the billions upon billions of people who have lived and died through ages past, right up to the present. All those people gone. And there are only few of us now living, a few six-ish billion of us. We can walk and breath and experience these passing days. Tomorrow is a unique day that only I and a few billion of us will have the privilege to live. What an honor! Sure, heaven will be great, I can't wait, but we have the extraordinary pleasure of living through tomorrow, right till it ends, for better or for worse.

I imagine those long gone shouting to us from beyond the grave, Do you know what you have? You are in possession of Life! It has been given as a gift and there is nothing like it. One day we will have a different kind of life, just as unique and every bit as much as a gift. But this life we're living now is incredibly unique. We are faced with death, sin and the horrors we as mankind create for ourselves. In the face of such tragedy our very life demands a a choice; how shall I live my life in respond to this evil?

I have often found that the true nature about who we are is only fully revealed in the face of adversity; in the face of evil and injustice our character shines through. If there was no evil in the world, we would not know our capacity to rise above it and do good, or to join it and do evil. That does not make the evil in the world permissible or justified; it is neither. But it exists, and in the face of its existence, it calls out in us our potential to do evil or to do good.

We have all been given life, an incredible gift that is limited by time. And now the question remains. In the face of injustice, pain, death and sin, what will you live for? What will you do in response?

Everything ends, one way or another. My end is certain. It's the time in between now and then than is unwritten.