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This morning at church there was an announcement at church of someone who had a heart attack and died. It was unexpected and a stark reminder of the frailty of life.
It occurred to me that we perhaps don’t dwell enough on the reality of being “home” with God while apart from the body. I mean, everyone loves going home. There’s no fear or angst about going home, and I wonder if we view death from that perspective or from the fear of the unknown?
I’m thankful that God has given us this opportunity to serve Him at Windermere and at our church and the Bible College. We’ve been blessed with many friends and co-laborers, and God has been good to us. Since college I’ve been struck with the reality of only having 1 life to live, and wanting to seize a much as possible towards service to God during this one life. Recently a friend mentioned working in the community as part of a local government project, but no one was interested in helping. I heard his concerns and it make me lament that it the church that ought to be stepping up to reach out. On our small island there are too many old family feuds and politics that keep the church from being the church.
Psalm 90 tells us: “Teach us to number our days,” and that in the discipline of recognizing our brevity on earth we would gain wisdom for living. May we learn to live our lives as those who are working while on a journey, and that we must finish the task at hand before we can turn the ship around a head for home; may we work hard at all we do and use our time wisely.