How would you live today if you knew you were going to die tomorrow?

What would you do this week if you knew by the end of next week that you wouldn’t be around?

Sobering questions.

For Brittany Maynard, she’s dying November 1st. That’s today. I don’t know Brittany, and at first blush, I can’t say I agree with her logic. But I’m also not the one whose brain is being taken over by the most aggressive form of cancer known to man. Pain is a cruel tormentor.

I don’t know what I’d do in those shoes, because I’m not wearing them, and most speculation is trivial at best, insulting at worst. I’d like to think I’d pray, ask for prayer, and believe God for a miracle. I’d like to think I’d see some relief. But as Rocky said, “No one hits as hard as life.”

At some point today, Brittany will be dead, and a family will be suffering. But her last ‘bucket list’ item was checked off this week: to see the Grand Canyon with her family.

Maybe we don’t live the way we should because the elusiveness of our expiration date dulls the sense that we’re slowly advancing toward it? Maybe because we can’t mark it on a calendar we’re more prone to ignore it, because it’s gruesome. Sad. Distasteful.

Value your life today. While you may not know the exact day you’re going to die, the death rate for every generation is 100% (minus Jesus and maybe Enoch).

And value your life enough today to dwell on where you’ll be when it’s over. I’m not sure if Brittany knows Jesus, but he certainly knows her and if grieving for her. I hope beyond all hope someone told her about his love and sacrifice, because I’d really like to see her smiling on the other side of cancer.

“Live like you were dying.”

-Tim Nichols and Craig Wiseman

And for the Christian, we’ve already died once. So living this time around removes the sting of death.

Live on.