"In Him was life and the life was the Light of men."
We know, or at least, we have heard it said hundreds of times, that our lives are not our own. It is so, and to an extent that we have difficulty grasping even in our best moments. Before anything was created, before man had the ability to live and pass on life to children, true life was in Christ. We think of life as a human attribute, something that belongs to us, and we assume that God is somewhere outside of that, in some greater plane. When we come to it, what really belongs to us, what is really a human attribute is death. We exist in the domain of death. Life is the attribute completely belonging to God, in the same way holiness and justice and sovereignty are. We can attain them, but they are not inherently ours. The only place life really exists at all is not here on Earth, not of itself anyway. It is in Christ. We will all die physically, but Christ tells us, "He who believes in me will never die." He is the way, the truth, and the life, as in, the only way, the only truth, and the only life (or to combine them: the only true way to life). We lay such a claim on this "life" that is really not ours because it is the thing we want more than anything. What humanity, in general, wouldn't give to overcome death! For this reason, life, the desire for it, leads us to Christ. It is our light in a dark place. We want life desperately and any sincere and honest search for it will lead us inevitably to Jesus, the only true source of life.