But Life Continues, Each According to it’s own Timetable:
Though Buses Are Rare, They Trundle Through Town Each Hour.
Whether full or not they’ve a timetable to keep, making travel possible back and forth along the A170.
The car owning public usually ignore them, unless stuck behind one on our winding country roads!
Other people may need to use them, but not me, I’m independent, going where and when I choose! Perhaps I’ll even use a tractor!!
You never need to dig too deep to uncover this spirit, whether it be applied to the mighty omnibus or omnipotent God.
All is well until you find you can no longer drive, and if, for whatever reason, there is no suitable transport to hand, you are stuck!
A friend was 90 years old this weekend, he comments frequently on the brevity of life by using these words:
Job 7:6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
To which we could add:
Job 9:25 “Now my days are swifter than a runner; they flee away, they see no good.
Job 16:22 For when a few years are finished, I shall go the way of no return.
Psalm 103:15,16 As for man, his days are like grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourishes. For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.
Life, Happiness in: Charlie Brown, pondering his plight in life, thought, “Yesterday, for one brief moment I was happy. But just when I thought I was winning in the game of life, there was a flag thrown on the play and life dealt me a blow.”
Life’s Journey has one direction, every step bring us closer to meeting our Maker!
Our mortal remains usually make one last journey in a procession traveling slowly,
Life here will have ended but you’ve been summoned to give account for your life by your Maker.
Genesis 50:12–14 So his sons did for him just as he had commanded them. For his sons carried him to the land of Canaan, and buried him in the cave of the field of Machpelah, before Mamre, which Abraham bought with the field from Ephron the Hittite as property for a burial place. And after he had buried his father, Joseph returned to Egypt, he and his brothers and all who went up with him to bury his father.
If this were all, then life is about enjoying what you have while you wait for extinction.
There is One Who can and does Transform Human Existence
Confronted by Life’s Futility, He Displayed His Power over It’s Claim On Us.
Luke 7:12–15 And when He came near the gate of the city, behold, a dead man was being carried out, the only son of his mother; and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the city was with her. When the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her and said to her, “Do not weep.” Then He came and touched the open coffin, and those who carried him stood still. And He said, “Young man, I say to you, arise.” So he who was dead sat up and began to speak. And He presented him to his mother.
By Surrendering To Its Claims on All Mankind, He Broke its Cold Clammy Grip, And Triumphed Over it for All To See.
Acts 13:28–31 And though they found no cause for death in Him, they asked Pilate that He should be put to death. Now when they had fulfilled all that was written concerning Him, they took Him down from the tree and laid Him in a tomb. But God raised Him from the dead. He was seen for many days by those who came up with Him from Galilee to Jerusalem, who are His witnesses to the people.
His People Delight To Tell All And Sundry, that Though Life Might Seem Futile, IT ISN’T!
1 Corinthians 15:55–57 “O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory?” The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
One recent summer, a bee was drawn into the open window of a car traveling down the road. The bee was upset, and so was a boy in the car, who had previously suffered a severe reaction from a bee sting. But before things got out of hand, the boy’s father caught the bee in his hand and tossed it back out the window. Then he pulled the car over to comfort his son. The boy, however, was now desperately worried that his father would die from the bee sting. “Oh, no,” said the father, showing him that his hand was only slightly swollen. “The sting won’t hurt me like it would you, so I took the sting for you.” And that is just what Jesus did for us: He took the sting of death for us, and now that sting is gone.