Today Counts

Five days a week I drive fifty miles from my home early in the morning to work a job.  Often I do this while complaining about some guy that just cut me off or just being generally depressed about dragging myself in for another day of work.  Upon arrival I put in my time like I should and then go home.  The commute home is better than the one in, for obvious reasons.  This ritual consumes most of my day.  The little time left at home is often spent eating supper and catching up with the family.  Then it is off to bed to start it all over again.  I know that this is not ground breaking stuff I’m throwing at you here.  I also know that many of you do the same thing.  My greatest concern for you and I today is that we may just lumber through these work days and forget that we are running on limited time here.  It is so easy to look to whatever time off you have coming and forget about where we are now.  So many times it seems that my soul awakens somewhere around lunch on Friday and I see another week has passed.  I know that I am not alone in this.image

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As I write this post, I am fairly certain that my heart is still pumping blood through my circulatory system.  I also notice that I am still drawing breath in and pushing it out.  This is reason enough to celebrate.  This gift alone makes me realize what a shameful thing it is to waste these few days I am allotted.  For whatever reason, God has let me get up again.  I do not believe that this was by chance.  It is no small thing that you are around for another day either.  So then the question remains, what will we do with this time?  Monday will come and if I make it there will I mope through another week and waste God’s precious gift? Let me challenge you as I do myself to not dishonor those who have passed by dwindling our remaining minutes on this earth.  Even in those mundane moments when we are just looking for the end of the shift, remember that our actions matter.  We should do all of our work to give God glory, no matter how small the task may seem.  I fall miserably short in this duty.  One thing I know for certain is that my end will come.  It might be today or fifty years from now.  Don’t tread lightly over this hour my friend.  Today most certainly counts.

Ecclesiastes 9:10  Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.

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