Last week, I got an unexpected phone call my Dad's wife. She had been in Washington for a couple of days to visit her daughter and returned by train to Norfolk, VA. My Father was to pick her up but he never arrived; because he is never late for anything, my sister knew something was horribly wrong.
Eventually, authorities did locate him driving around and completely lost. They believed at the time he was having a stroke. After extensive tests, it was determined that he had a condition called "Transient Global Amnesia" - a short-term memory loss that is non-treatable as its causes are unknown. In the end, my father is fine and everything has returned to normal.
This event was yet another reminder to me of the fragility of life. It was five years ago that my father called to tell me that my mother had died. It was so sudden and so shocking that it changed how I approached ministry. Every single one of us needs to be ready to go when our time is up.
God knows the numbers of our days, we do not; this means we should live our lives in such a way that if this is our last week, its ok.
As Jonathan Edwards resolved at a young age. "I will live, as I shall wish I had done when I come to die."
And so it should be with us.
"Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour." Matthew 25:13