Our Little While
I woke up Friday, December 14, excited about my birthday. It’s not a “special” year, not an “0” or “5” year. But the older I get, the more grateful I am for every year, for life. That was my mindset Friday morning. And by midday a mass shooting had occurred, stripping life from twenty children and six adults in an elementary school.
How is it that I lived to see 46, and many of these victims only lived to see 6? How do you make sense of that? How do you make sense of a mass shooting in a movie theater for the premier of “The Dark Knight Rises?” Didn’t we just mourn them? And every weekend lately, it seems, Bill is mourning the killings that have taken place in his beloved city, Chicago, among them children as well.
We know that we are “just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away” (James 4:14). But we don’t expect that vapor to be violently snuffed out. And maybe we can grasp the “little while” for ourselves, but for our children? While they’re still children?
But the cliché is true—tomorrow is not promised. Our life’s breath beyond this minute is not promised. What is promised is eternal life in Christ Jesus. I can’t make sense of that either, why Jesus would lay down his life for sinners, why He would willingly submit to a brutal death . . . for you and me. But because He died, we can live, for eternity. And because He was raised from the dead, we too can be raised to new life here on earth for a “little while.”
And in our “little while,” there will be many things we can’t make sense of. But there are also things about which we’re sure. We can pray. We can love like Jesus. We can share the good news of the Gospel. We can tell the world that no, tomorrow is not promised, but forever is—in Christ. We can tell them that He is our hope, our Savior in a very broken world.
Do you seek ways to glorify God in the “little while” you’ve been given?