I’m cashing out at the grocery store and leaving with a couple of bags of groceries. The bagboy looks at me and asks, “Can I take those for you?” Now he is just being polite, thinking this old, gray-haired man might not make it to the door. I smile and take the bags from him. I respond, “Thank you for the consideration.” Then I add, “By the way, could you watch me go to the truck in case you need to bring the defibrillator.”
Seems like yesterday I was trying to pass for twenty-one at the bar. I had my friend’s ID, but he happened to be three inches shorter than I was and he also had brown eyes. I had to flush his ID down the toilet because the liquor inspector was making the rounds. I didn’t want my friend getting into trouble. (I had standards.) Now the bagboy wants to carry two small bags to the vehicle for me. What’s going on here?
Psalm 39:4
“Lord, make me to know my end
And what is the extent of my days;
Let me know how transient I am.
Job 7:6
“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle
Job 8:9
“For we are only of yesterday and know nothing,
Because our days on earth are as a shadow.
Certainly, I would not want to enter the seventh decade of life and be in the dark as to why and how it all transpired.
Can I help you with that?
Think about it.
Gary