When I received my medical diagnosis, I set about to do what I thought was the right thing.
I began preparing to die.
My father died after the same surgery I will have to undergo, so I figured time was short.
Because I’m a pastor and a family man, I had to get this right.
I’m supposed to demonstrate how to croak well.
There was all manner of spiritual and emotional work that had to be done.
There were projects to finish as well, things I didn’t want to leave undone.
I did all this pretty well.
I was so busy preparing to die that I forgot that I was still alive.
I was living as if I was already gone.
As with most things in my life, I took this dying thing too far.
Upon recognizing this (with the help of godly counsel and a foot in my backside) I made a course correction.
I’m still here and God willing, will be for some time longer.
I’m here, by the grace of God, to live life as fully as possible.
Still, there are some things I learned about living while getting ready to die.
We’re all dying, only some of us are really living.
As Bowden wrote;”some of the dead are still breathing”.
God is faithful.
Life is precious.
Life is good.
I will be remembered by those I hugged, not those I debated.
I don’t regret anything I gave away… except time to foolish people and diversions.
Time is your most valuable currency…spend it wisely and mostly with people who are your treasures as well.
Today is a gift.
There is always something to give thanks about.
I wouldn’t mind staying a while longer…
Make your own application…