Have you ever been to a desolate canyon? If no, here is a depiction according to Bishop KP Yohannan - The ground is dry, cracked and deplete of life. The blistering sun heats the wind moaning spookily and wounds us ruthlessly. Tears flow and words fall in place gradually as visitors are compelled to stare into the ravine and at the emptiness of the bottom of the crevice, invisible to the naked eye with the thought that probably the other side is inaccessible. This is the moment that you are compelled to wonder what is hidden in that deep abyss of darkness that instantly makes you want to leave.
Bishop K P Yohannan adds - If you have ever been there and called to stand at a thin line that separates the living from the dead, you are most likely the one awake to experience the deadly edge of the ridge that can numb the soul. Having remained lain awake at night listening to your own breathing or watching illness corrode your friend's body can leave you thinking that we are all mortal souls and that one day we will have to leave this body with that same feeling of numbness as we'd feel when we stood at that desolate canyon.
The thought of your body buried in a casket within a cemetery and watching upon your near and dear ones stare at your grave long after the acquaintances have left can numb your thought as well. Gazing in disbelief at a metal casket that contains the body that once had a living soul of a loved one can throw you aback at reality that life indeed is temporary and that one day we must all leave our mortal bodies with the soul left at the mercy of evil or the Lord basis how we have lived our lives when we were still alive.
If you haven't realized this fact as yet then probably, you are unfamiliar with the feel of being in a desolate canyon. You may have heard the lonesome whistle of the breeze or the painful queries that ricochet nothingness off the canyon walls and you have most likely kicked loose rocks off the edge or listened to the sound of their crashing that never echoes.
When you stand on the edge of that canyon, you would have flashbacks of your life and would try to put things into perspective and then, you realize that what matters and what doesn't can be easily distinguished. When we learn to view over these canyon walls, we realize that at the end of our days, salaries or positions won't matter. What would matter then is how we have lived our lives as better individuals and what are the good deeds that define our characteristics. At that moment, no one will ask what car we drive or what part of the town we live in. As aging humans, standing beside this ageless chasm, all plans, games and disguises of life will seem sadly dim and irrelevant.
Bishop K P Yohannan adds - If you have ever been there and called to stand at a thin line that separates the living from the dead, you are most likely the one awake to experience the deadly edge of the ridge that can numb the soul. Having remained lain awake at night listening to your own breathing or watching illness corrode your friend's body can leave you thinking that we are all mortal souls and that one day we will have to leave this body with that same feeling of numbness as we'd feel when we stood at that desolate canyon.
The thought of your body buried in a casket within a cemetery and watching upon your near and dear ones stare at your grave long after the acquaintances have left can numb your thought as well. Gazing in disbelief at a metal casket that contains the body that once had a living soul of a loved one can throw you aback at reality that life indeed is temporary and that one day we must all leave our mortal bodies with the soul left at the mercy of evil or the Lord basis how we have lived our lives when we were still alive.
If you haven't realized this fact as yet then probably, you are unfamiliar with the feel of being in a desolate canyon. You may have heard the lonesome whistle of the breeze or the painful queries that ricochet nothingness off the canyon walls and you have most likely kicked loose rocks off the edge or listened to the sound of their crashing that never echoes.
When you stand on the edge of that canyon, you would have flashbacks of your life and would try to put things into perspective and then, you realize that what matters and what doesn't can be easily distinguished. When we learn to view over these canyon walls, we realize that at the end of our days, salaries or positions won't matter. What would matter then is how we have lived our lives as better individuals and what are the good deeds that define our characteristics. At that moment, no one will ask what car we drive or what part of the town we live in. As aging humans, standing beside this ageless chasm, all plans, games and disguises of life will seem sadly dim and irrelevant.
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