When I was five my grandfather died, and I was devastated. He was such a loving and kind man, though I didn't get to see him often. I asked my parents and anyone else who would listen, "Where is he? Why is he gone? What happens after we die?" I couldn't get an answer, because my parents were atheists or agnostics, depending on their mood. It shocked me then, and it still shocks me now, that so few people seem to know or care about this. Perhaps the loss of life and love is just too terrible to contemplate for many people. I felt my life depended upon finding out everything I could about it.
In a nutshell, this is largely the reason for our existence: Life is a test and the world is like a boot camp for our training. Every day there are issues and events that prove our soul's worthiness. How honest, kind, forgiving, and loving are we? If we see someone - any living thing - being abused, what do we do? If we abuse someone ourselves, how long does it take for us to recognize it? How conscious are we to the sufferings of others, and their well being?
Records are being kept, and our own brains are extraordinary recording devices. This has been proven over and over again by science, that we can be prompted to remember events in incredible detail. Our good and bad deeds are a matter of permanent record in our own minds and hearts. Everything we know, God knows, and so much more.
For the sake of the integrity and value of the test, it must appear that nobody is watching or listening, and that each day be very ordinary; even humdrum. In that way, our true selves will be revealed to ourselves, to others, and to God.
Jesus often spoke metaphorically about separation in life, "the wheat from the chaff", the "sheep from the wolves". In Matthew 24 he says,
Time is always short, and we need to search our hearts, make a clean breast of our wrongs, and ask for forgiveness. Courage and diligence in this leads to a tremendous reward. Don't lose it!