Just recently I have been aware of the fact that people don't always live into their 70's and 80's.
*A friend of mine is 48, diagnosed with multiple myaloma and preparing for a stem cell transplant--five children under the age of thirteen
*His sister-in-law was recently diagnosed at age 37 with a severe form of breast cancer, five young children
*My stepson's friend's sister discovered her 37 year old husband dead from a heart attack in bed three weeks ago, four children
*Our daughter-in-law's sister has terminal liver cancer, 38 years old, three children under the age of eight
Enough already!
The topper is a nineteen year old from our church suffering with recurring acute mylocitic leukemia, just having undergone a bone marrow transplant three weeks ago.
What does all of this say to me--lamenting the fact that I have recently edged nearer to age sixty? (see previous blog)
It makes James 4:13-15 take on renewed meaning...
"Come now ye that say Today or tomorrow we will go into such a city and continue there a year and buy and sell and get grain; Whereas ye know not what shall be on the next day. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appeareth for a little time and then vaisheth away. For ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live and do this or that..."
I am persuaded that God knows the time available to us and it is ours to spend wisely or to waste foolishly.
Making every day count seems an appropriately trite reduction for each new day.
That's the long and short of it.
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