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Sunday, July 25, 2004
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Live Like You Were Dying
5:40 AM
SUNDAY OF THE SEVENTEENTH WEEK IN ORDINARY TIME
Feast of St. Christopher (250), Martyr, Patron of Travelers
Feast of St. James the Greater (42), Apostle, Patron of Spain & Laborers

My Beloved:

It has been a long time since I have listened to the Radio, even longer since listening to a Country Station. I happened to be listening to one this morning for a few minutes. A song came on called, "Live Like You Were Dying". This song is apparently a number one hit nationwide.

I can't help but wonder that while the sentiment of this song is obviously touching the hearts of millions of people, how many of those people do what the songs says -- live like they were dying?

This sentiment is certainly Biblical. The parable of the people who lived like they would never die and thus would eat, drink, and be merry were called fools because unbeknownst to them their souls would be required that night.

This brings to mind the doom-sayers who spend all their energy worried about, preaching about, and preparing for the End of the World. My dears, I wish I could say to them, life is short on this earth, why worry about something you cannot control, why prepare for the End of the World when we need to live right now as if we were dying; the end of our world could be now; prepare each day as if it is your last.

The song laments that one would love a little deeper and talk a little sweeter knowing that time is short. But time is short and yet we ignore that fact and lose love in the midst of busyness and fail to take the time to talk a little sweeter. Then we wonder where life went when we stand in front of the mirror at the wrinkles and gray hair wondering what happened to the years and our youth.

God certainly tried to tell us..... stop and smell the roses, be still and know that He is God, live life like it was your last day -- a little deeper and a litter sweeter.



Your miserable servant,
Brother Bubba

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