What If I Had Not Christ

What would I do without the passion of my heart? What would I do without the fiber of my being? What would I do without the very meaning of my life? A question not oft considered but terrible in its passing. As I think on these things, I quake in fear for what would I do without Christ?
The answer is simple but terrible, heaven forbid. Without Christ, I would do nothing. My soul would be but a cold corps and my life would be an empty shell. I would be as dead. I would breathe like the student to the left of me, but I would be as lifeless as the table upon which I write. My life would be as meaningless as the filth trodden under my shoe. Without Christ, I would live for myself, and to live for one self is not to live at all.
I dread the thought of continuing this great play we call life as a lifeless entity without purpose. What harrowing torture to know that I would continue life as one dead only to end life sealed in a death inescapable. And to face God thereafter in the full knowledge that I had transgressed His Holy Laws, without hope or means of escape. Oh the fear of standing before God Almighty with only a horrible prospect of damnation before me. But this is not so, for I do have Christ who has taken upon Himself the punishment of my sins on that Cross two thousand years ago. I do have Christ who rose from the dead to stand as my propitiation. I do have Christ who covers me with His Holy righteousness that I might stand before God covered in His innocence. Yes, I do have Christ who lives in me and gives me hope for every passing day, for “to live is Christ and to die is gain” (Phil. 1:21).