Many of you saw in the paper that a teacher from my school was killed in a four-wheeler accident. Early 50’s, active, loved fishing and camping, and played the guitar and sang. He went for a ride in the woods behind his house and apparently hit a tree. Amazing that a man that spry and outdoorsy would come to such an untimely death. A bit of consolation is that he died doing what he loved to do.
The other evening, we were in our living room getting ready to call it a night when we heard all sorts of noise outside – crashing, squealing tires, breaking wood and then police sirens. We peeked out the door to find a car resting on its side beside the smashed remains of the front porch of the house two doors down. One less squeal or one more wet spot in the road and that car could have been on our front porch. Or worse, coming through our front wall into the very room we were in!
All that to say, we never know. We are never guaranteed tomorrow. Or even our next breath. In James’ epistle, he reminds us that life is like a vapor. Picture any of the recent foggy mornings we’ve had. You see the fog and then as you approach it, it’s gone. Our lives are that temporary, especially in the face of eternity. So, who better to place our trust and hope in than the One Who is eternal and holds time in His hands. As believers in Jesus, we don’t have to worry about our next breath because we are children of the One Who gives us each breath. Now, who do you know that needs to know Jesus too? Take a breath and tell them!
Until our next togethering,
love ya,
Bret
