She stopped by the office on Monday to bring lunch to her husband. She ran into the building with his salad, paying no attention to the burning car in the parking lot. She didn’t even notice the fire trucks. She had one thing on her mind. Her busy husband needed his lunch.
Less than two days later, she was surrounded by another fire. This time the fire was at her home. Her husband was out of town on business. Home alone. Sleeping alone. She wasn’t even aware of the fire. Smoke inhalation was the cause of death. She died in her bed. Asleep and alone.
She was busy with family and work and charity events. She was always smiling and friendly with everyone. She didn’t know a stranger. She made time for her daughters and grandchildren. She was loved by many. Best friends to her inner circle.
Her life was cut short. She was in the prime of her life. But what is the prime of life when you don’t know how long your life will be? Shouldn’t every day be the prime of life? Especially when we don’t know our last day?
I didn’t know her. I knew of her. Oh. I had met her a few times. I had seen the joy of life radiating from her. I had seen her happiness bubbling as she showed off her grandson. I knew of her love for her husband. But I didn’t know her.
Each of us will give a personal account to God. Romans 14:12
I wonder if she knew her Creator. I wonder if she had a personal relationship with God. Because now she has come face to face with him. Oh. She was involved in volunteer work. She was kind. She was good. But was she ready, without notice, to meet her final reward. Was it a reward or was it a punishment? Where is her soul spending eternity?
The thing is. Life is not certain for anyone. No one knows when their last day will come. Maybe there will be a warning. A diagnosis. An accident. Medical treatments. Prolonged illness. Or death could come as a thief in the night. Maybe there will be time to accept Christ as Savior and experience forgiveness. But maybe not. One never knows.
The one thing we do know is that all will die. Each of us will breathe our last breath at the appointed time. Unless Jesus comes back in our lifetime and takes his faithful to heaven, we will all die. Will we be ready to stand face to face with God? Will we hear the words we want to hear? Welcome home, my good and faithful servant. Enter into the joy of your master. Let’s celebrate.
Some will hear those words. Many won’t. Many will be cast to the depths of hell. Those who have not accepted Jesus Christ as their Savior will not face an eternity in heaven. Oh. There are those who don’t believe in hell. There are some who believe if God is a loving God, why would he send good people to hell.
The thing is. God loves everyone and wants everyone to meet him in heaven. He gave us the ability to choose for ourselves how we live our lives. With him or without him. That choice determines where we spend eternity. We choose.
I saw it happen just three days ago. I was driving along a busy road, running errands at lunch time. The squirrel was running fast and ran into the street. I noticed it and had plenty of time to slow down. The driver in the other lane didn’t. Next thing I knew, the squirrel was not moving. Oh. It was in such a hurry to get somewhere, but time stood still for that little one. Perhaps, he was rushing to store up for the winter months that are upon us. No need.
Oh. I know the squirrel doesn’t have a soul. I know that squirrel will never have to answer for its actions. I know that squirrel will never stand before his maker. But I do know that his life was cut far short.
It can happen to anyone at any time. Ready or not. Time is running out for each of us. The countdown has begun, and we never know when our time will come. Are you ready?