My grandson and I are caught in a severe thunder storm. The rain is torrential and the logging road we’re riding on with electric bikes looks like a river. Though I’m a seventy-one-year-old, I’m screaming like a seventeen-year-old and so is he at the age of twenty-one. We were having an experience together that neither one of us will ever forget in this lifetime. However, a generation from now, that experience will never be brought up.
Speaking of experiences, the Apostle Paul was the master. Once he was scourged with thirty-nine lashes, three times he was beaten with rods, and he was stoned once and left for dead. He suffered shipwreck three times and faced drowning while adrift in the sea for a night and a day. Hounding him across the Roman Empire, certain Jews sought to kill him, and false brethren betrayed him (2 Cor 11:24-28).
His are the experiences that count for eternity.
Give it some thought.
Gary