In 1998, I thought lightning had struck. The doctor said my wife could die any day. She definitely wouldn’t live another three months. Why was that news such a shock? Because no matter how old we are, we assume that today won’t be the day we’ll meet the Lord.
The doctor’s diagnosis forced me to face reality. I or anybody else could die today. When that thought finally soaked in, I realized I needed to make the most of each moment, doing whatever was most pleasing to the Lord. My self-serving agenda disappeared, and we lived one day at a time for the next 4½ years. Those days were better than the previous thirty-three years of marriage combined.
Most people believe Jesus won’t come today. Two thousand years have passed, and he hasn’t come yet. So he’s not likely to come in the next fifty. However, I have to admit that any day could be my day. According to the Centers for Disease Control, about 2.5 million Americans die each year, and 140 thousand won’t see their fortieth birthday. Accidents will claim 120 thousand. Unless God chooses to preserve my life, I could be part of this year’s obituaries.
Jesus said, “When the Son of Man comes, his arrival will be as unmistakable as the lightning that flashes across the sky and is seen to the far east and west” (Matthew 24:27).
Since the lightning hasn’t struck yet, I know he still has work for me to do.
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