When his tour was up, Bob was in the jungles of Viet Nam. He had to turn in his rifle and hitch a ride out on the tank that brought in the mail. He couldn’t get in the crew compartment, so he had to ride on the back. As the tank approached a bridge that had been taken over by the enemy, the tank crew started firing at the bridge. Can you see him hanging on and the thoughts that would be racing through his mind?
Today, he’s a seventy-five-year-old retired teacher with his son’s kidney in his body and a pleasure to be in the presence of. It was just one ride of many he had to take that didn’t kill him.
Life is like that. It is just a pile of different experiences.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-6
To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
What time is it anyway? Give it some thought.
Gary