Sitting back after two funerals in a row, i wonder, what went on within me going through the events!
One that was on Wednesday, was a person of 58... when everyone still expected the person to be active and keep contributing, when the person was actually doing a lot, really a lot... the sudden demise was a shock! It was a sad sight to see the aged mother sitting beside her still daughter, tears flowing unceasingly.
The one on Thursday was of a person of 78… though could be considered aged, the events had taken place too fast in a row, that it seemed incredible that he was no more. His two brothers both elder by 7 and more years, were there mourning for him, as the numerous young grand nephews and nieces groaned with the pain of separation.
As I looked at these two, lying in their coffins and much more as they were being lowered into that pit and the mud buried them under… I wondered how evasive life was! Today I am alive, and tomorrow, who knows what? How true it is when the Psalms instruct us, “When their spirit departs, they return to the ground; on that very day their plans come to nothing” (Ps 146:4)
What happens to all that I think I am, what happens to what I wish to accomplish and what I long to achieve. Lord, where is my life? In the things that I hold on to today? In the things that matter to me today? In things yet to come? In things that have already come to pass? Oh how evasive life is!!!