Isaiah 22:13
TODAY may be my last day upon Earth. Life which pulsates through my body may cease and my new existence in death may begin. Death is as consistent as the sunrise, but I have grown anemic to its finality. Can it be that my indifference rises because I don’t think about it, just as I don’t think about roadkill. Everyday I see it, for it litters the road, but the animal’s life nor death leaves an impression upon me. If anything the sight of it is disturbing or inconvenient as I must drive around the carcass. I see but don’t acknowledge. I don’t ponder what circumstance brought about its demise nor the joy it brought YHWH when He created it and sustained it. Why have I become so careless with the inevitable?
Today may be my last day upon Earth.
I am no gambling man, however, the statistics scream for my attention. There is a 50% probability that, today, I may step on Death’s shoes as we dance. Isn’t this a very sobering reality? Again, there’s a high possibility that today, the God of the Bible may ask for my spirit, however, reader He may ask for your spirit as well. Therefore, the need to live intentionally must start today— I must strive after my dream today; those who I love must know of it today; YHWH must be honored and loved today; I must stop wasting my priceless time on vanity today. The last few meters of the race are the most important because once we cross the finish line, there are no redos. The irony in Life’s race is surprising because we can’t see the finish line. As I retire to bed, I humbly, give thanks to the LORD who is slow to anger and filled with unfailing love, forgiving every kind of sin and rebellion.
“No individual has any right to come into the world and go out of it without leaving behind him distinct and legitimate reasons for having passed through it.”
