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O HOW TIME FLIES
Our heart ought to be sprinkled with water of eternity until we are wet with eternal homesick, to well up with divine longings for the shores this bridge is ushering us to.
Seconds to minutes, hours to days, days to weeks, It is now 11th June 2018, 18:30pm East African time. Years seems to race pretty swifter than flying arrow, years behind us can be remembered with details because they seem just the other day. When days count does it occurs to us that we are getting closer and closer to the sunset of our days? "Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is." Ephesians 5:15-17 It is of critical importance to define ourselves like the Holy writ does, Over and over I have read this part of the scripture and it seems to only have one message life is truly short. We may not have the luxury of abiding here enough to bask on the glories of these brief days, in this brief bridge called time. For earth is only a bridge of time that links eternities and shapes eternal destinies. The trumpets of eternity are always resounding louder and louder as times moves by, every setting sun seem to beacon us home. It was Indians of adage who coiled the proverbs “Life is a bridge. Cross over it, but build no house on it” establish no abiding treasures upon its frame for it is transience. Hold upon its cables, feels the thrilling breeze, stamp on the deck with assurance full, swing through its peace and tempest while you  cross! The harbour waits on the other shore. All who board various means to journey walk into them with a longing of reaching their destination. Experiences can be so breath-taking yet the deepest purpose ton any journey is the destination. Our paths as people will forever intertwine with other people’s because we are pilgrims to the same home in eternity, only that there will be two habitation for us in all eternity. Babies merely have enough time to be babies, childhood is so short-lived that we just remember of those days with nostalgia, O how time flies we exclaim. Into a teenage life we are ushered, untold of its fleeting we chase schooling ending to careers and adulthood sets in, marriage for some, family, parenting, middle age, sunset beeps in the horizon, so we hold our wrinkled hands in waiting of when the roll shall sound our name. That is life, fleeting! Our life on earth is shaped by how we view reality, to deny the reality of this fleeting life is dishonest and unwise. No wonder Moses would with open heart implore the Lord; teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts to wisdom because when it downs on us that we don’t share the luxury of time in this bridge called life we would want to live on purpose of Him that leased this life to us. For we are debtors to Him who bountifully bestowed life to us, we are loaned cash which can be recalled anytime at His pleasure. The wisdom to live is of greatest essence, how do we live well? Our heart ought to be sprinkled with water of eternity until we are wet with eternal homesick, to well up with divine longings for the shores this bridge is ushering us to. God speaks to us so truly, defines us so truly to whom we really are; We observe life honestly and agree that life is fleeting, It only leaves us saying O how time wings, we are always on a move and chases that leaves us to debit our accounts of days. Life’s account is so fixed that we cannot add to it, we can work diligently and pursue success which can further stretch our financial worth and status and we can add knowledge through much reading. Life contrasts this greatly that it cannot be added even a second. Chris Rice I deeply penned this reality in his prayer in the lines of the song ‘Life means so much’ Every day is a journal page Every man holds a quill and ink And there's plenty of room for writing in All we do in believe and think Teach us to count the days Teach us to make the days count Lead us in better ways Somehow our souls forgets Life means so much, life means so much, life means so much Every day is a bank account And time is our currency So no one's rich, nobody's poor We get twenty-four hours each Friends for this life, lets live well, for to die well is to live well, with eternity beaconing us home and the evening fast approaching we can with heart alive in God burst our longings in prayer and worship. Then and only then will we cross this bridge of time with cheers unending. "Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes." James 4:14

   

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