We're often more confident about tomorrow than we should be, living today as if there are certainly more days to follow. But, we don't know that, do we?
We don't know what tomorrow will hold. We don't even know if there will be a tomorrow for us.
It once again came clear to me two Sunday's ago in our Church meeting when, across from where I sat, my father's body stiffened just before his arm began to shake uncontrollably. His skin instantly took on a sickly taupe color as he stood, seemingly disoriented.
"Dad, are you okay?" I asked, subduing my alarm. "I don't know," he replied before dropping into a different chair.
It passed, but not before piercing pain in both shoulders covered his brow with sweat. We think it was a minor stroke (is any stroke "minor"?). He’s had nine heart surgeries, including a quad and a quintuple bypass. He also has severe coronary artery disease, arrhythmia, and blood issues. He's fine today but any moment could be his last ... which reminds me that what is true of him is true of me, and of everyone ... of you, too.
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