Yesterday my wife and I pedaled our way through 12 miles of countryside along the banks of a river on a bike path.
It was a beautiful afternoon and the farmland we passed was healthy. The buildings were well maintained, and were either very white or very red, which made a colorful contrast with the brilliant green of the fields.
Our riparian trip was interrupted at one point by the BLAST of an air horn. The horrendous noise brought us off our seats, as Sharon veered to the left and I to the right. She managed to regain control after a moment of doubt, while I skidded into a briar patch.
The bike trail is, like so many others, laid out on an old railroad bed, and for a moment we thought an old locomotive had risen from its grave yard and was enjoying one last trip down memory lane at our expense.
But when we turned to look, we realized it was a large dump truck cruising along at twice our speed delivering a load of dirt to a construction site some ways ahead.
All was well, but it served as a reminder of how fragile our life is in today’s world.
This past week hundreds, yes thousands of people lost their lives in accidents, war and other mayhem. A week ago, none of these precious people knew that tragedy that was about to interrupt.
Ecclesiastes 9:11 says “time and chance happeneth to them all.” Jesus even said in Luke 13:4 “Or those eighteen who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them—do you think they were more guilty than all the others living in Jerusalem? I tell you, no.”
So, life is uncertain, and our duty is to suffer with dignity, and grace. Let divinity use us in times of peril. Let others be blessed and challenged by our connection to God.
We know for a certainty that eternity is the future for the believer, and that gives us hope for today.