Life is precious

I finished reading "The Stranger" by Albert Camus. It's a dark and despairing narrative on human life and existence. On a side note it also demonstrates the flaws in our judicial system (even though the book takes place prior to WWII in France - I'm assuming early 1930's). Basically the protagonist, Meursault, is an atheist who has no beliefs or emotional attachment to anything. He kills a man due to an unfortunate series of events and is sentenced to the death penalty. "Que sara sara" eloquently sums up his philosophy on life all the way to his execution. At the end of the book a priest tries to convert the man to Christianity but to no avail. Shortly after Meresault concludes that the only freedom and reality in this world is death and then he is executed. It was a pretty captivating read once you get past the first 4-5 chapters of the book and so long as you don't mind the depressing undertone.

I picked up my parents from the airport tonight at 10:30pm. They were on vacation in Canada for the last 5 days. On our way home we got stuck in heavy traffic because of a fatal motorcycle accident. When we passed by the scene I could see the cops measuring the point of the crash to where the bike had finally come to a stop. I'd say it was at least 50 yards. All that was left was a demolished bike and a broken helmet. For some reason this scene made me think of Meursault. I sincerely hope that the biker new Christ and didn't live a life believing that things are simply because they are. I pray that the biker's family takes comfort in the Lord. I've been reminded that the only hope in this life and human existence is Christ. Life is so precious...we really take it for granted.