It is appointed......

It seems like the Book of Life has a beginning and an end to each of our lives. It is appointed when we should die, although many of us go before that time for various reasons and the Bible contains at least one story of a King who went later than God said he would.

Our neighbour's son, who was a good friend of our sons, died in a car accident two days ago. His Mom saw him out the door of the house just before it happened and said she knew it was the last time she would see him. She even had a dream of an accident and wanted to phone her son. Less than an hour later the police were at the door with the very worst news a Mother could ever hear.

How did she know it was the appointed time? The pagan world sacrificed to Fate, or the Fates, but we think it is a personal God who has written a personal book of life for each of us. Could she have altered the appointed time? Such questions surround death.

Ma, being the sensitive intercessor and burden bearer she is, feels the loss on a deep level. "Mourn with those who mourn" isn't something she has to try to do. Mothers understand mothers.

I was riding with a group the other day and one, who is a Doctor in ICU, said he's seen more people die than he can count or remember and he never ever heard one say he wished he'd worked more. He said it's always about family or God or smelling the roses. Or riding bikes, which is why he's committed to it. The bike-to-work ratio has to balance before the appointed time.
Pa