It never seems that this much time has passed, but looking at the dates, it has been a long time. And it gets that way with so many areas of our lives. Time goes bye. We don't really procrastinate, we just think that some other thing or things are more important.
The pot boils, the fire dies, or the screensaver kicks in. We or our car run out of gas, or the tires go flat. The ink in the printer dries out or old friends pass on into that land without end.
"It was just yesterday" we cry. Or our voices cry out "I didn't realize it had been that long."[more]
Pastor Dave is doing a "30 Days To Live" series, and it can make you think about what we might want to get done, but our feet still drag. "Can't happen to me" we proudly say, but do we really know. How long has it been since you sat and talked with the people who matter to you? How long have we let those hurts fester between one another? Why are we so afraid to make contact and say "hello" or (worse yet) "I'm sorry?"
Got back to Second Peter this morning, and ran across the "thousand years" in chapter 3, verse 8. After all, how long is a year and how long is a day? After seeing some information about Mount St. Helens, that question has real meaning. If in less than a day's time, a canyon 100 plus feet deep can be carved, you have to ask "how long?" to a myriad of events in history. And then to have scientists tell you that a rock that isn't even a month old (created by Mt. St. Helens) is "millions of years old." Well…
What do we know?
We have today – to say "I love you" or "Forgive me, what I did was stupid" or just to help someone we love. Do you really know what will happen tomorrow. I'm going to make some calls starting right now.