Tempus
Fugit
The
Bible says “Seventy years are given to us! Some even live to eighty.” That is a
sober reminder that I am not going to live forever. It also means that about
three fourths of my life have already been lived. Where have all those years gone.
Like the old Latin saying: tempus fugit – time flies!
Today
is the first day of the new year. I am hard pressed to remember all that
happened these past three hundred and sixty-five days. The world I live in
moves so fast that it is near impossible to pause and savor relationships or
the daily highs and lows of living. It is true that time stops for no man.
This
past Sunday, as I listened to our associate pastor preach the Christmas message,
one sentence jumped out at me: “It’s not the years of life that counts but the
life in those years that count.” Looking back over the past year, I have lived
a lot of life that encompassed family, friends, church, joy and sorrow. What
more can one ask of a year passed?
Stability
in the midst of constant change is an increasing cry of my heart. There is no
going back to the past; only the steping into the new year with the confident
expectation that there is more life to be lived. As time marches on I gain
strength and courage by the one constant in my life: “Jesus Christ is the same
yesterday, today and forever.”
My
prayer for the coming year: “Teach me to realize the brevity of life so that I
may grow in wisdom.”
A
blessed New Year to you, my faithful blog readers. Your comments and
encouragements keep me musing.
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