Monday, May 22, 2017

sand castles

How fragile we all are.
How quickly death looms.
How often we avoid preparing for the inevitable that will indeed come.

We work.  We play.  We live each day...
Burying the still, small voice that beckons our hearts to consider more...
It challenges us to ponder what follows these fleeting moments.
It invites us to search for real authority, real truth.
To ask, "Why am I here?"
To wonder, "What happens next?"
To consider, "What lasts forever?"

It is all too common to simply ignore the uncomfortableness of mankind's future.
To live desensitized to life's preciousness.
Instead our motto becomes, "Drink, for tomorrow we die... so look at me... notice ME!"

We briefly pause to honor the loss of those recently deceased.
Strangely enough, we are always shocked by their passing.
We wonder, did they make a mark?
Will they be recognized, respected, remembered, recorded?
No matter... our short attention span will inevitably move us quickly into the next today... the next to do... the next tomorrow.

And so we move on.
Life goes on.
Time passes on.
The clock ticks.
The calendar brings it's seasons.
The tide of tomorrow washes away our sand castles.

"What lies ahead?"
The still small voice calls out again...

“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.” 

When Jesus had finished saying these things, the crowds were amazed at his teaching, because he taught as one who had authority, and not as their teachers of the law.  
(Matthew 7:24-29)

How fragile we all are.
How quickly death looms.
How often we avoid preparing for the inevitable that will indeed come.

Like the blind we grope along the wall, 
Feeling our way like people without eyes.
At midday we stumble as if it were twilight; 
Among the strong, we are like the dead.
(Isaiah 59:10)

This is what the Lord says - your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel:
“I am the Lord your God, who teaches you what is best for you, who directs you in the way you should go.  If only you had paid attention to my commands, your peace would have been like a river, your well-being like the waves of the sea.” 
(Isaiah 48:17-18)


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