This World Is Not My Home

I feel very blessed.  I have a wonderful wife. I live in a nice home.  I have enough food, clothing and shelter.  I enjoyed most of the working career I had.  And I am enjoying the retirement I now have.

Yet our days are numbered–literally.  Job says, Man that is born of women is of few days…his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, thou has appointed the bounds that he cannot pass. (Job 13:1,5)  The old saw nothing is certain but death and taxes is always at least half true.  David said, We are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers. (I Chron. 29:15)  He went on to say, our days on earth are as a shadow, and there is nothing abiding.

When English patriot Sir William Russell went to the scaffold in 1683, he took his watch out of his pocket and handed it to the physician who attended him in his death.  Would you kindly take my timepiece?  he asked.  I have no use for it. I am now dealing with eternity.

For every one of us–young or old, male or female, healthy or not–time is slipping away.  The newspapers, television, radio and internet are filled with stories of the death of people by accident or by assassination or by war or by sickness.  Those people did not know when they got our of bed that they were beginning their last day on earth.

How different would today be if you knew it would be your last one on earth before meeting God face-to-face?  We should strive to live every day as if it were our last, for one day it will be!

The Bible teaches that God know the exact moment when each man is to die (Job 14:5).  There are appointed bounds beyond which we cannot pass. And I am convinced that when a man is prepared to die, he is also prepared to live.  The primary goal in life, therefore, should be to prepare for death.  Everything else is secondary.

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