Time

"Only one life, 'twill soon be past,  
Only what’s done for Christ will last."

                          

These few lines are from a poem written by C.T. Studd, missionary to China, India and Africa. I found them on a plaque in my mother's house after she passed away at almost 91 years of age.   

The recent sudden passing away of my sister-in-law at age 44 made me look at this quote again. 

The reality is, none of us know how long we have. 

Mom had almost 91 years, Deena almost 45. Life is uncertain but death is guaranteed. 

And since it is sure to come, one must give serious consideration as to how time is spent leading up to it and where we will be after it!   

Now that I have retired I am the keeper of my schedule. It is a wonderful freedom but somewhat of a two-edged sword. For now there is no one to tell me when to be where or what to accomplish with my days. No clock to punch. No time sheets to track. No permissions to ask. There is the possibility of frittering away the time with nothing useful or of value to show for it. But I am accountable to my Maker, who has ordained an exact number of days and hours for me! God help me to use them in ways that honor Him and further His kingdom!

C.T. Studd is also quoted as saying:

"Let us not glide through this world 
and then slip quietly into heaven, 
without having blown the trumpet loud 
and long for our Redeemer, Jesus Christ. 
Let us see to it that the devil 
will hold a thanksgiving service in hell, 
when he gets the news 
of our departure from the field of battle."

If you are anywhere in my vicinity I hope you can hear my trumpet blowing.