The Days of Our Lives
Last week, I was on my way back from picking up my mom from work when a police car whizzed past us. A few seconds later, we heard several more sirens.
The last time I heard that many sirens, there had been a shooting in my neighborhood and someone died. I had the sinking feeling that something similar had happened.
As I got close to the house, police cars were everywhere. And a major intersection near my house was blocked off in all directions.
Later, I read a newspaper article that said a woman with a suspended license ran a red light at a high rate of speed and collided with a pickup truck, killing both passengers in the truck, both of whom were in their fifties. The woman was driving so fast that the impact of her vehicle split the pickup truck in half. The front half ended up on one side of the street and the truck bed on the other side (across the median). The driver also hit another vehicle - a jeep. Thankfully, the driver of the Jeep wasn't injured.
My heart aches for the families of the two people who died. And it more than gave me pause, given my proximity to the intersection. I was on that same street at the moment of impact, probably a mile and a half away. The victims very easily could've been my mom and me.
Life is but a mist, the Scriptures say. And boy, is that the truth. I’ve been reminded of that more than once recently.
Not to sound like a soap opera, but these are the days of our lives. This is our allotted time. We cannot even presume to have tomorrow. That begs the question: how are we spending our time right now? On matters that last or on matters that will be burned in the fire at the final judgment (as 1 Corinthians 3:15 says)?
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