Rambling today about the non-guarantee of life:
- I read this tweet last night: “First day of sabbatical. Driving with my kid to New Mexico. Charlie’s senior year at St John’s College, Santa Fe campus. Today’s goal? Shamrock, Texas.”
- The author? Thomas McKenzie, I believe an Anglican pastor.
- Hours later, a car accident ended both his and his daughter’s life.
- Tragedy.
- He had plans, hopes, dreams. He looked forward to rest and all that comes with disconnecting with spiritual leadership for a number of days.
- Let me ask: today, what plans do you have?
- What if, as you read this, you knew today would be your last?
- What intentionality would that bring? What would you put in order?
- Whom would you confront, attempting to reconcile?
- Would you worship? Go to the bank? A restaurant?
- What about family?
- The tweet, however sad, represents reality. We have no control over our last day (or our first for that matter).
- Fate? The way the dice landed on the table? The way the cards fell into your hand? Simple chance?
- Let me direct your thinking to God. With so much of life beyond our control, does it make you think about a God who exists outside of our world’s limitations?
- I absolutely trust His sovereignty. His control. His work. HIs plans. His knowledge.
- Can we admit today what we don’t know? Especially when it comes to the certainty of tomorrow?