But thanks be to God.
And all to say just how fragile life is. I know I should realise that at my age, but like most of us, I guess I take each new day for granted, and expect be around for tomorrow. In the words of the New Testament letter of James,
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. James 4.14We had been to the funeral of the son of a longstanding friend last week. He was only 38 years old. The ageing Pentecostal pastor who gave the message spoke briefly from the New Testament about being ready for this greatest of all appointments. The one we must all face and which Bunyan called the 'last enemy', even death itself. Although I have much to regret in my sins of omission and commission over the years, I have a rock solid confidence in the merits of Jesus Christ, which will carry me over when my last day comes. What a relief that is. And in the words of Charles Wesley
O that the world would taste and see the riches of his grace
The arms of love that compass me would all mankind embrace.