We live a very fragile existence, and yet we have the capability to live powerfully.  I was struck by that thought this weekend.

For those who know me well, it isn’t a surprise that my family is precious to me.  We have lived life together through some very hard times.  Our hearts have taken a beating, and we have been at the precipice together, weary and worn.  We have also lived life through some very good times amidst the pain.  However after we lost dad, I was never more aware of just how fragile life is.

I was told some news this weekend that shook me up a bit.  I was thinking about my life, and I started to wonder if I have lived my life powerfully.  Have I used every minute to live it to the fullest?  Sadly, no.  However, do I have any regrets with my life?  No, because I can’t change the past; I can only learn and strive to do better.  I am always struck by this poem by Dylan Thomas:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Those words are beautiful, “Rage against the dying of the light.”  Talk about the ultimate motivational speech.  Even when losing is imminent, continue fighting. Live. Live life powerfully.
I have transitioned into a new teaching position working with middle school and high school at a local private christian school.  I am excited for this year, and have already finished up my first two weeks of teaching.  Although my heart was set on being overseas, God seemed to have different plans for me.  I was talking with my friend Breezie last night, and she is transitioning into a new phase of life also.  We talked about living a life of radical faith.  She especially will be experiencing that as she transitions into her work in East Africa.  We are extremely privileged to have the amenities that we do in America.  What if we didn’t?  What would our lives look like?  Would we instead be living a life of radical faith?   My hope is to challenge my students this year to think outside the box, to question and explore.  I don’t want robots for students.
My hope for myself this year is to live life powerfully.