Today, on this one day in October, not including every other
day, of the few people out of the whole world that I keep in contact with, involves
this list of personal concerns
7th round of chemo for a young wife and Mother
Pacemaker surgery for a 90 year old Dad
Hernia surgery
Recovery and healing from a wrist surgery, a shoulder surgery, and a gall bladder surgery
MRI
A casted foot awaiting surgery
Dialysis while hoping for a kidney transplant
Medical test diagnosis
College tests
Root canal
Husband and father in harm’s way in Afghanistan
2 Marines, 1 Navy, 2 Army, serving in various positions and world locations
Feverish child
Ended relationship
An older Mother with cancer
Special needs children
Prostate cancer
A full term pregnancy that will not result in a healthy baby and joy filled parents
The unexpected death of a 29 year old
Recovery and healing from a wrist surgery, a shoulder surgery, and a gall bladder surgery
MRI
A casted foot awaiting surgery
Dialysis while hoping for a kidney transplant
Medical test diagnosis
College tests
Root canal
Husband and father in harm’s way in Afghanistan
2 Marines, 1 Navy, 2 Army, serving in various positions and world locations
Feverish child
Ended relationship
An older Mother with cancer
Special needs children
Prostate cancer
A full term pregnancy that will not result in a healthy baby and joy filled parents
The unexpected death of a 29 year old
…and this, only a partial list. There surely is much more that I am unaware of. Minds filled with worrisome, dread-full thoughts and hearts so broken it is hard to believe they will ever not be, desperate for things to be different, but things are not different.
On this one day in October there is no person anywhere
exempt from the reality of a similar list. This is a typical day in the lives
of us. Tomorrow’s circumstances may combine with different individuals, but it promises
more of the same as today, and all of the previous days for all people, since
the beginning of time.
In the unwittingly prophetic words of Led Zeppelin’s
Stairway to Heaven, “yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long
run, there’s still time to change the road you’re on”, the implication is that
some semblance of control exists. I submit that the only control is in the
choosing of the path. One leads to helpless hopelessness as life’s list of trouble’s
overwhelms and buries under, even causing some to end what they perceive as too
painful to continue. The other leads to selfless hopeful confidence that even with
the worst possible most devastating outcome of any and every circumstance and
situation, the steps on this path will ultimately take you where you want to go.
There are two paths, only two paths. They each lead to a
distinctly different, completely incompatible destination. The journey looks
much the same along the way regardless of the path chosen, but the distance
between them grows wider, and wider still. The two paths will never intersect or
merge into one.
There is this one day in October, the 19th day of
the 2012th year. Savor trouble free moments. Offer no portion of the
day to useless, wasteful, frivolous complaint. Many who inhabit this great
globe will not get to even see this day in its entirety, this, their last day. This
day is wrought with trouble and difficulty; and while we breathe, time to
change the road we’re on.
I write these thoughts with an interruption of news about a crash
in front of my workplace. Speed, recklessness, and downed live power lines result
in a crash victim whose life just took an unexpected turn, in an instant,
perhaps even a permanent one.
Yes, there are two
paths you can go by, but in the long run, there may not be time to change the road you’re on.
P.J.
“Lord, make me to know my end,
And what is the measure of my days,
That I may know how frail I am.
Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths,
And my age is as nothing before You;
Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor.
Surely every man walks about like a shadow;
Surely they busy themselves in vain;
Psalm
39:4-6And what is the measure of my days,
That I may know how frail I am.
Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths,
And my age is as nothing before You;
Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor.
Surely every man walks about like a shadow;
Surely they busy themselves in vain;