Dying Daily

Babies hear their 
Daddy's heartbeats

Yet another December 25th
Dying daily while denying deity. Yesterday marked yet another December 25th, the designated birthdate of the Messiah, Immanuel, God with us. I look out at a clear cold winter blue sky, and see that this day too, is marked as God's, as each day is. I don't need to look at a calendar to see that today belongs to Him. In a few man days, I will be fifty-one years old. I typed that shaking my head because I am a baby in Gods eyes, and approaching the elderly mark in human sight. Which brings me to my topic, that we are daily dying: just what you wanted to read, am I right dear reader?

Your time is short
You live, you die, these are the stark realities that we come up against when we look in the mirror, and somehow see the finite reflected in our own eyes. You know, that part of you that recognizes that your time is short and that it, time that is, flies. Consider this: Time is running out and yet, it stops for no one. Meaning tick tock goes your clock dear reader, and you can see it, making its undeniable mark on your features, your body, your energy, your bones and joints. 

I morbidly tell you that you are time stamped and have an expiry date, just like the cream you bought for your coffee the other day. Does this mean you use all of the cream in one cup for fear of it going bad before you next need it? Well, perhaps it does. Perhaps you had better consume all immediately, just in case there is no more, and things go sour before you get the chance to really enjoy yourself. Live for today, consume what you have because tomorrow may never come! Indeed, you are rightly thinking if you agree to the last four words in the previous sentence. Tomorrow, dear reader, may never come, for you: You truly are time stamped you know. Your birth and death dates were chosen prior to your conscious ability to recognize life and death ness; prior to your decisions to have your own child(ren), prior to you choosing whether or not you wanted to recognize deity, God as the source of all life and the holder of the keys of death.

Consumption
We consume because we have this sense that time is running out, don't we? We resent aging because we have a sense of our own mortality, isn't that right? We do want to control our own destiny because we know, deep down in our DNA encoded souls, that we do not have a say in our own existence, other than to choose what we do with ourselves while we have breath, and that one day, there will be a recall from whence we came. 

No command and control centre except for choice. The great lie is that your choices, my choices, have no impact on our eternity. The lie is that the here and now is to be consumed to the point of vomiting because this is all there is. This, dear one, is not all there is, and it is a grave error in judgement on our part when we believe otherwise, denying both deity and the truth, that we have never had a say in our own existence. In fact, today might be the day you or I find out for sure what really is and Who is in charge.

Yesterday
Yesterday, you may have celebrated a holiday, but I sure do hope this is not the case. I hope you celebrated the birth of the Saviour, you know, that baby guy who came to grow into a man and give His life up for you and me on a tree. We hang ornaments on trees: Jesus Christ was no ornament, He was the quintessential sacrifice and He marks time, including yours and mine, whether or not we deny Him as deity. 

Today can be the first day of the rest of your life, a new beginning, no matter your earthly chronological age. Youth is in the eye of the beholder. God sees you as his child, why not call Him your Dad? He is patiently waiting for your return.

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