Monday 29 April 2013

Getting one's ducks in a row

     

     The physical life we experience here on earth is so very fragile and fleeting. Having just attended a memorial for a dear friend has made it all too real. 
     Quoting an oft' heard maxim — but, one that rings so true — not one of us will escape this life alive. 
     We have also heard the phrase, to get all one's ducks in a row. In other words, it's a reminder to make adequate preparations for our departure from this life. 
     Recently, I spent time with my lawyer updating my will. This too, has brought the reality of life and death, centre-most in my thoughts once again. As strange as it may seem, we do not leave this world according to age (the oldest first), nor are we privy as to our departure date. It's all the more reason to be adequately packed and ready. 

     The Good Book says,"The length of our days is seventy years or eighty, if we have the strength, yet their span is but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass and we fly away."  

— Psalm 90:10 

     Although having our earthly business taken care of is all-important, I learned early in life that I should reflect on where I would spend my future in the hereafter. We were created for far more than this present life, though many refuse to face this truth. 
     

     In the Bible, a wise King Solomon penned the words found in Ecclesiastes 3:11, "He has set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end." 


    In knowing my Creator and Saviour, I have a peaceful assurance that is enough for me. I have a sense of inner peace and well-being.
     I am looking forward to my inheritance explained so well within this stanza from the traditional Celtic hymn, Be Thou My Vision. 
     It has been used in Irish monastic tradition for centuries and currently is a very inspirational part of today's modern worship songs.  


Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise, 

Thou mine inheritance, now and always: 

Thou and Thou only, first in my heart, 

High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.   


     May my labours be effective and enduring, even though I am so transient.

— beulah

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