There will come a day not much unlike this one.  A day where no one will expect its coming yet time will arrive unannounced.  That moment when all savings are nil, all plans defunct, all opportunity passed.  On what thoughts shall I spend that final second but Christ?  As Lot’s wife, herself nameless, will many look back longingly upon spiritual Sodom, finding only allegiance in permanency?  Spent for eternity in mid flight toward the light.  It was pleasant this day just as I am certain will that one be as well.  But that pleasure will be in short measure when compared to Glory’s call.  Will there be fuel in your lamp for I cannot give you mine.  I pray that we remain ready.

Where is my heart, in truth?  Does it lay with riches and glory brought through waiting patiently upon the benevolence of God through Christ?  Or have I forgotten what should have been written upon each atrium?  God’s laws inscribed internally, guiding the blood throughout my venal architecture, perfectly aligned to righteousness.  Will those things tangible and temporary attract me in greater weight than things of substance everlasting?  I pray not, but I must even now repent for the envies, longings and irrelevant pursuance of my flesh.  I know better but does my faith overwhelm my worldly reason?  Or on that day, much like this one will I scream in agony of realization that I’ve missed the boat?  Will many join me in anguish, recognizing a fate that was entirely avoidable?

I pray your forgiveness for my lack of trying.  I made no attempt to reach you in humility and love, foregoing the misgivings I held tightly against you.  My shame will blossom on that day, a bouquet arranged in grand wretchedness.  How could I stand bye, not reaching out, for fear, for pomp or ego?  I was wrong, we both know it and on that day I will truly regret having never said so.  For on that day, even what wasn’t completed will have been made void.  I now have skin in the game, a chance to serve His plan and lessen their plight.  Yesterday’s deadline will become today’s loss.  Shall we leave in grand crescendo, making the most of each moment, fully knowing that there will come a day unexpected.  Let this not have been my last Lord.  Let me make tomorrow one to remember.  Praise you Father in all Your Everlasting Glory, Amen.