I can relate, up to a point. I wasn’t a child when my dad died, but I was 19. A couple hours earlier, he drove me to a college class. I got a ride home and found he’d collapsed from a cerebral hemorrhage. He never woke up. There was no warning: At age 58, he was gone.
God can bring good from loss. From mine, he gave me clarity, maturity and resolve. My mom and I have been close ever since, whether I’ve lived in the same town (like now) or far away. We talk all the time: If anything, I tend to talk her ears off. Once in a while, she even gets a few words in. (Yes, I’m exaggerating. How much, you’d have to ask her.) For the past 32 years, we’ve treasured the time. Whenever it ends, we’ll have no regrets about how it was spent.
When you’re young, you don’t really think that something like this might happen to your parents for a long time. You know it’s possible, but it seems so remote. You have plenty of time.
Except maybe you don’t.
Come now, you who say, ‘Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit — yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.” (James 4:13-15)
This isn’t mainly a post about death. It’s about life — life in the shadow of death. Even as you look toward eternal life through Christ, cherish the gift of life God gives you on earth, and the people He gives you to live it with. They really can be gone tomorrow. Don’t learn that lesson the hard way.
Copyright Matt Kaufman 2013. All rights reserved.
About the Author
Matt Kaufman has been a columnist for Boundless since the site’s founding in 1998, and did a stint as editor in 2002-2003. He’s also a former staffer and current contributing editor for Focus on the Family Citizen magazine. Matt is a freelance writer/editor who spent some years in Colorado, but gave up the mountains for the cornfields: He now lives in his hometown of Urbana, home of the University of Illinois. His house is a five minute drive from the one where he grew up, and he enjoys daily walks around the park where he used to play baseball.