Yesterday morning at 7.05 am the phone rang. My aunt answered it quickly. Her bedroom is right next to mine, so when I heard her crying softy as she spoke I knew it was immediately. "THE" NEWS!
It was! One of my first cousins had called to let us know that her youngest brother had just died! I knew that THIS Sunday and THIS week would be different.
Right now I feel as if a hand was pressing down on my diaphragm, not exactly crushing the breath out of me, but I'm still finding it a little difficult to breathe. It's as if I am having a panic attack but my heart is not beating rapidly, but like I'm going to die. I'm alert but distracted, absentminded but attentive.
Life is a "Johnny Walker" figure standing before your mother as she gives birth to you. As soon as you draw your first breath, he grabs you up, tucks you under one arm and begins to stride determinedly on a God-ordained path towards an end that is far in the distance. When you are young and life is carefree and slow, you lie back with your hand behind your head; enjoying the ride. You believe you have all the time in the world.
But then something happens to shatter that false thought - a beloved great aunt who just got a good medical report suddenly dies on the 21st December; a teacher you knew just dies; parents who dies two months apart leaving their ten children to take care of themselves. When these things happens, the pleasant 'Johnny Walker " ride of life suddenly becomes ominous. You try to stop good ole Johnny, but like the voiceless Terminator, he does not stop. Even if you kick and scream as hard as you can, good ole Johnny still continues to walks. As the saying goes, "Life waits on no one!"
Then one day, good ole Johnny comes to a big clear but somehow murky pool. He throws you in. And out of nowhere, Mr. Jaws of Death grabs you and...it's over!
"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heavens. A time to be born and a time to die." Ecclesiastes 3: 1 - 2a. (KJV)
It was! One of my first cousins had called to let us know that her youngest brother had just died! I knew that THIS Sunday and THIS week would be different.
Right now I feel as if a hand was pressing down on my diaphragm, not exactly crushing the breath out of me, but I'm still finding it a little difficult to breathe. It's as if I am having a panic attack but my heart is not beating rapidly, but like I'm going to die. I'm alert but distracted, absentminded but attentive.
Life is a "Johnny Walker" figure standing before your mother as she gives birth to you. As soon as you draw your first breath, he grabs you up, tucks you under one arm and begins to stride determinedly on a God-ordained path towards an end that is far in the distance. When you are young and life is carefree and slow, you lie back with your hand behind your head; enjoying the ride. You believe you have all the time in the world.
But then something happens to shatter that false thought - a beloved great aunt who just got a good medical report suddenly dies on the 21st December; a teacher you knew just dies; parents who dies two months apart leaving their ten children to take care of themselves. When these things happens, the pleasant 'Johnny Walker " ride of life suddenly becomes ominous. You try to stop good ole Johnny, but like the voiceless Terminator, he does not stop. Even if you kick and scream as hard as you can, good ole Johnny still continues to walks. As the saying goes, "Life waits on no one!"
Then one day, good ole Johnny comes to a big clear but somehow murky pool. He throws you in. And out of nowhere, Mr. Jaws of Death grabs you and...it's over!
"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heavens. A time to be born and a time to die." Ecclesiastes 3: 1 - 2a. (KJV)
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