This past Monday we got ready and drove across town for my Dr's appointment.
When I checked in at the front desk, the receptionist informed me that my appointment was not until NEXT Monday!!!
When we got back home, we looked at the calendar and sure enough, we had misread it.
Since last Sunday was the day we turned our clocks back an hour, I began thinking about this week's paper and how we can turn our clocks back, but not our calendars. (and we certainly need to read our calendar dates carefully :)
The poet said:
"I have only just a minute, only 60 seconds in it.
Forced upon me, can't refuse it..but it's up to me to use it.
I must suffer loss if I lose it, give account if I abuse it.
Just a tiny little minute, but Eternity is in it."
Ben Franklin wrote the epitaph that appears on his tomb:
"The body of Benjamin Franklin...
(like the cover of an old book..its contents torn out and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here.
Food for worms, yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by...
One of the best things I've ever read about Heaven was a letter that C. Fred Williams printed in the Oklahoma Baptist Messenger: "Looking to the Better Land"
"Several months ago, a California pastor announced over the radio that on the following Sunday, his sermon subject would be 'Heaven'.
During the week, he received a letter from an elderly man who was very ill.
"Next Sunday,' the letter read, 'you are to talk about Heaven. I am interested in that land because I have held a clear title to a bit of property there for over 55 years.
I did not buy it' he continued, 'it was given to me without money and without price.
But the Lord, my donor, purchased it for me at a tremendous sacrifice.
I am not holding it for speculation.
The title is not transferable.
It is not a vacant lot.
For more than half a century, I have been sending material out of which the great Architect and Builder of the Universe has been building a home for me.
This, my Eternal Home, will never need to be repaired, because it will suit me perfectly and it will never grow old!"
The almost unreadable manuscript indicated that the old man's trembling hand apparently paused for a moment before he was able to continue.
Then he wrote:
"Termites can never undermine it's foundation for it rests upon the Rock of Ages.
'Fire', he said, 'cannot destroy it, floods cannot wash it away, no lock or bolt will ever be placed on it's doors, for no vicious person can enter the land where my dwelling stands.
It is now almost completed and ready for me to enter and abide in peace forever.....
without fear of being ejected.
There is a Valley of Deep Shadows' the old man continued, 'between me and my home in the City of God.
But I am not afraid...because my best friend went through the same valley long ago and destroyed all it's gloom.
He has stuck by me through thick and thin since we first became acquainted 55 years ago and I hold His promise in printed form, never to leave me nor forsake me.
He will walk with me through the Valley of Shadows and I shall not lose my way."
"I hope to hear your sermon on Heaven next Sunday' the old man concluded...
'but I have no assurance that I shall be able to do so.
My ticket to Heaven has:
~no date marked for the journey
~no return coupon and no permit for baggage.
Yes', he said, ' I am ready to go, all of my preparation is made.
I gladly wait for The Captain to say 'All Aboard'.
In his later years, the great writer Robert Louis Stevenson had sciatica and daily hemorrhaging (due to TB).
His response of faith was:
"I will not let the medicine bottles on this mantle be the limit of my horizon...
nor the blood on this handkerchief be the chief fact of my life."
With the 'health challenges' of the past 2 years, the number of medications we now have to take has increased, so La Moyne and I pray that our faith might be that strong!!
Our bodies and our minds are very important therefore we should spend time on feeding/restoring them. However we are also Spiritual beings with Eternal souls.
This writing by Walt Huntley points that out:
"Have You Thought About Your Soul?"
"Have you ever stopped to wonder
What this life is all about?
Why you're here and where you're going,
When your lease on time runs out?
Maybe you've been far too busy,
Trying hard to reach your goal.
Would you let me ask you kindly
Have you thought about your soul?
You may reach the highest portals
and your dreams may all come true.
Wealth and fame may be your portion
and success may smile on you.
All your friends may sing your praises
Not a care on you may roll.
But what about the great tomorrow?
Have you thought about your soul?
If you haven't thought it over
Spend a little time today...
For there's nothing more important
That will ever come your way!
Than the joy of sins forgiven
and to know you've been made whole
In the blood of Christ the Savior
Have you thought about your soul?"