The End of the Longest Day
As the Lord measures time I have at best (very optimistically) just a mere one day upon earth, for I certainly do not have a thousand years.
As each day begins light enters darkness and light departs into darkness, so too my longest day.
From the womb to the tomb my longest day is measured in cycles of dark, then light, then dark.
From the darkness of the womb I arrive, and to the darkness of the grave I depart.
The interval between these dark brackets of life are my waking, working and wandering hours.
The hours of love, the hours of learning, the hours of labor and the hours of things. The hours of joy, the hours of mourning, the hours of loneliness and the hours of welcome. These all criss-cross my light and dark upon earth - they are my longest day.
It is the wise who number their days aright, they keep the end in mind. As surely as the night returns the grave is never satisfied.
It is good for a man's steps between the womb and the tomb to be measured in sobriety, that the houses of pleasures are passed by. These are the dwellings of fools. Fools detest the turning from evil.
When the longest day closes upon the body the soul moves. It is welcomed into eternal dwellings for evil or for good.
Consider the breaths you draw all the futile days you are given, you can neither extend them nor bank them for tomorrow. Your longest day is already written in the register of heaven.
Accept the Lord in all your short days, consider all His ways above all yours that He may accept you when your longest day ceases, when you enter that day that knows no sunrise or sunset, that day that no man can return from.
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'Apart from the bright hope of the gospel everything would be meaningless'. ~ Poul Madsen
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