Bus Stop Buried

An undeniable fact we all must face is that all of us find ourselves legs up sooner or later.

Some of the sights we observe in life reach out and grab our attention and won’t let go.

Months ago, on my way to work, I took a corner on a back road and came upon an unusual site.  There were some kids standing in their driveway waiting for the bus to come pick them for school.  However, at first glance it appeared to me that they were standing at the edge of a cemetery waiting for the bus to come. After I looked closer, it was clear that the old graveyard just happened to be next to their driveway.

 

Some of us are just starting our journey in life while others are finishing up with it.  Or as my eighty five year old neighbor likes to say, she feels like she is about to round third base, but God won’t wave her home yet.

God’s perspective on life and death is far different than ours.  Take a look at Psalm 39:4-7:

⁴ “Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
    Remind me that my days are numbered—
    how fleeting my life is.
⁵ You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
    My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
    at best, each of us is but a breath.”

⁶ We are merely moving shadows,
    and all our busy rushing ends in nothing.
We heap up wealth,
    not knowing who will spend it.
⁷ And so, Lord, where do I put my hope?
    My only hope is in you.

 Still don’t know why God numbers some lives longer than others.  Needless to say, He is not taking any Q & A on the matter.   Some assignments just last longer I suppose.  The only thing that truly matters, and I learned this from my wife, is that we do “our job” for God while we are here.  Whether we are pleasing to God or not with our lives is up to us, yet it is so very vital to God that we seek to do so. Then, when He is ready, He will take us home to be with Him. 

 

Somewhere between the bus stop and being buried, I have learned to make the most of everyday the Good Lord has given to me.

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