Bullet proof!
We suppose that until something happens to change our minds, most of us think that we are bullet proof if we think about it at all. The young are especially that way. They do not think about their health or their well being very much as they rush helter skelter and often aimlessly about with their lives. But, all the time, time is passing by and the rush of events is coming upon them whether they know it or not.
Realization comes as an event usually that suddenly wakes a person up to the reality that they are mortal and that there are only so many days allotted to any life cast upon this earth. We love the old commercial that points out that the average life has about twenty five thousand days allotted to it and how we spend them is what makes us unique. But the fact is that we spend so many of them before we begin to realize that we only have so many appointed days. It is the miracle and wisdom of creation that we are not usually told when we are going to die. If we knew, the closer that we came to the event, the more we might react to it. There was a film called Logan’s Run in which all of these people were housed in a post civilization city covered by a dome who were predetermined to die at thirty years of age. It was their way of population control we suppose. And then there were those who were made to die at a predetermined time who were in the film Blade Runner. They lived in an environment called the off world but occasionally some of them escaped back to earth and one of them found their creator and killed him before his own passage at the top of a building in the rain after telling a few of the memories that were about to be lost for all time.
Our memories are uniquely our own and they do depart this life when we do. As we grow older we cherish some of the memories that have stayed with us the longest as we sometimes savor them like a cup of good coffee on a cold winters day. We remember Titanic and those who sailed on her and the memories that they held to the last of them of the things that they saw and heard on that cold, clear April night so long ago. They say that when one dies, all of our past life comes back in review on last time for us to see and review. It is hard to really know that because no one has ever returned from the dead to tell us if it is true. And we think of the young ones who are taken prematurely who just don’t have that many memories built up yet to savor at the end. It is always so sad when the young die far too soon. It is like our own future has been stolen from us because they might have had memories of us that we were sure would have carried us forward beyond our time here on this earth. And, instead, we must carry memories for the rest of our days of those who should have done it for us.
There is, we suppose, an accumulated wisdom that a person has that gives them some sort of edge as they travel down life’s windy path. All of that is forfeited when the end comes and it has often been said that just when we have figured it all out, it is time to go. It is good that we do not know when our time might come but we have seen so many of the elderly who seem ready for it to end when it does. Perhaps they have grown tired of it all and are ready to move on to something else. Still others have that lust of life right up to the very end and do not really wish to let go. But go they must. Perhaps it is the worst for the curious ones who want to see what is coming that very next minute of that very next day. In the end, however, a loving God has a way to work it all out. Grief is left for the living and eternity is left for the soul!
IOVHO,
Regards,
Joe
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