It's 8:07 on Sunday morning and I am leading the Apostle's Creed again at Woods Chapel. If I have done it 45 times per year, that is over 800 times that I have led the Creed since I was first appointed here. I have become an old man since I got here, one Apostle's Creed at a time.
So Sunday I am leading the Creed and I am thinking [my mind wandered briefly] about how many times I have done this, and how many times I may lead it, on out into the future. One more year, 5 more, ten more years here? Only the Bishop knows.
Then it occurs to me. I could drop dead at any moment. An Aneurysm. It happens. Stranger things have happened. I have no promise of any future Apostle's Creeds. I better just enjoy today, for I am not promised tomorrow. None of us are. Seize the day.
It's a beautiful day in God's world, be sure to see the good.
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Only God knows, not even the Bishop!
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