we are all going

“I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going.” ― John Green, Looking for Alaska We are all going. I've been thinking a lot about the things I wrote about yesterday. It's hard to decide on the best way to live life. And when we've decided on the correct way for us to live, it's easy to believe that everyone should, or must, live that same way. The last few weeks I've thought about devoid of much of what I've done. Of giving it all away, surrendering much of what I know of joy. Just rolling it over in my mind. I know people that have done that. And I have less of a problem with those people today than I once had. But I also know that many of those people believe that way of living should hold true for everyone. But I don't think that's true. I would love to know all things. I would love to be brought up perfectly, to have been taught only the right answers. To go without seeing violence. To be without corruption, and without fear. But that isn't possible. And so we must teach it all. We must see the unbeliever's side of the story. We must step into the shoes of the man with fear, of the doubter, the troubler, and the troubling. If we aren't all of the stories, then doubts will fill our mind. Because the Muslim believes their beliefs (not entirely), but mostly because of the culture they were raised in. And he believes it with his whole heart too. Now it isn't some fact or truth that I've been shown that reveal my God to me. Rather, it is His heartbeat, it is the Christ I've seen in others, and the Christ that I know to be alive in myself. We are all going. We are all going. He cried that out in the moments before he... well... went. His very last words were "Oh dear".