On the news this morning, I heard the tragic story of a young woman whose trailer home was picked up by a tornado and deposited in a tree. Her three-year-old daughter was with her. The mother and daughter were plucked from the tree and taken to a hospital, where sadly, the young mother has died. The daughter, though seriously injured, is expected to survive.
How fleeting and unpredictable is life. How little should we depend on its length and duration, how wise are those who live each day as though it may be their last. For certainly, such may be the case. David writes to these situations:
“Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.”
“As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone, and the place thereof shall know it no more.” Psalm 90:5-6 103:15-16
Surely this understanding behooves us to “make our calling and election sure.”