It’s morning now and the shock still hasn’t worn off…Late last night our worship pastor called to let us know that our electric guitar player died of a massive heart attack while on stage playing worship music at the mission. Wow!...
Well, he wasn’t really “our” guitar player but he had played guitar with us in the past. Actually, to be more specific, he had practiced guitar with us for one practice last Monday. He was someone who had always been fond of our music and always talked about playing with us but the timing in his life was never right and we never got around to it. Finally, last week, things had settled down in his life and it looked as though it was going to work and he was going to play electric guitar with us for our CD release concert on March 1st. We had a great practice with him on Monday and he died the following Tuesday…
He only made it to Tuesday. He didn’t even get to finish the week…
Whenever I’m this close to death I’m reminded that we tend to live our lives with this notion that we deserve every day we get to live. We assume that we will be able to finish out our week when in actuality we might not make it past Tuesday.
Out of these statements I could easily say that every day is a gift but I don’t actually think it is. Every day is just a day and it’s up to you to make it the rest. Will you make it a gift or will you keep it all to yourself today? Will you make it a gift or will you wait to forgive that person next week?...
Just a thought
