In an Italian mafia movie I imagine this sentence will be heard; ”Prepare to die.” (with a strong italian accent). There is no option, no mercy and hardly any hesitation. The fate is sealed.

I sometimes wonder how it is to know that you’re about to die. I am following a young man on Twitter. His doctors have given him a few months. They keep telling him that the cancer will kill him. He almost refuses to listen. His tweets are talking about a solution, maybe a miracle and he is talking about other stuff, not only focusing on living or dying. He doesn’t have a defined faith, but he is not convinced that he will die that soon.

I know this guy who was in a terrible car crash. He was driving off the road and he has described how he, lying in the car wreck, smashed and squeezed, was preparing to die. He had prayed and confessed his sins and prepared before God. He was ready. But he survived.

How would I prioritize if I had, let’s say, one year left of my life? Or a few weeks?

I read about this exercise you can do. The exercise is suitable for a small group and is describing that you should imagine you are leaving with the train in one minute, and that you will never ever see your friends again. You have one minute to tell them what’s really on your heart. It will probably be a touching moment.

Jesus knew he had to die:
“It was just before the Passover Festival. Jesus knew that the hour had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.”