Get The Rhyme and Reason Podcast Delivered, Free Apple Podcasts | Google Podcasts | Spotify | Amazon Music | Android | Pandora | iHeartRadio | Stitcher | Podchaser | Podcast Index | Email | TuneIn | Deezer | RSS | MoreIf you’re old enough to remember back to the 60’s, or maybe even 50’s, you know full well that life is short. Right? I mean, how could it already have been this many years since then? If your memory goes back that far, you probably remember life being a lot simpler. And nicer. And sensibler (I know that’s not a word, but I wanted to make it fit in. So there.)
But if you’ve grown up in more recent decades, you probably have a whole ‘nother perspective. And you might even think older people don’t recall things so well because they’re…well…old.
Yeah, I remember thinking similar thoughts about my Grandmother. Because she’d talk about how one day I’d be grown and people I had loved wouldn’t be around anymore. And she’d say something like, “Love them while you can. Because one day you’ll wish you could see them, but they’ll be gone for good.”
Yes, life is short.
Because her words came to pass a long time ago. And with each passing year or decade more of those people are gone.
OK, that’s nostalgic and all. But it only skims the surface on why each day is a precious gift. And that’s what makes the incredibly screwed up condition of our world so important.
I remember a phone conversation with my Mom (who has since become one of those people who’s gone for good) about how messed up America is. And she said, “I’m scared for my grandkids and great-grandkids. I hate to think about what they’re gonna face in this world as they turn into adults.”
I saw several videos, this morning as I sipped my coffee, that showed real life violence in what used to be ordinary daily experiences. And I mean violence where people hit each other in the face. Repeatedly. And even a video where one guy calmly pulled out a pistol from his sweatshirt and shot another guy in the head. Point blank. And then walked past the guy he shot and calmly shot him again. Then, robbed him.
So, Mom was right. Her grandkids and great-grandkids are growing up in a horrible time. Innocence is lost. Common sense is lost. And “Love Your Neighbor” is definitely lost.
So, all hope is lost. Right?
Yes. That IS right. If your definition of hope is based on a feeling. And if you’re just hoping the bad stuff will go away. But real hope is NOT lost. And I mean the kind of hope that propels you forward. Gives you strength. Energizes your love. Fuels your dreams. That hope is still here. Available 24/7/365.
But it WILL disappear when the whole world turns its back on God.
Thankfully, that hasn’t happened yet. But it sure seems imminent now.
And the clock is ticking. Time is running out. You can laugh and say, “Not me. I’m still young.” But in a few short moments (and it will seem like that), you’ll face your own mortality. And don’t be surprised when you hear yourself say, “Life is short.” Especially if you’re a person who ponders truth and its implications.
It’s crucial to your long-term health to choose hope. And choose life. The Life your Creator provides.
If you’ve already done that, share that with those you love before they’re gone for good. Because that time is coming at us all, like a rocket ship in zero gravity.
I got dreams like the sand on the shore.
And I got plans formulating inside.
I got hopes just waiting for an open door.
And I got a system true and tried. (from my song “Kinetic Love”)
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