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I’m between two dates. 

We are all between the two dates of our birth and death.  For some this day is in the midst of hard land – just waiting for the day to be finished.  For others, this day is a present and pressing occupation.  For others this is a preparation for a future.

Some days may be more oriented towards one or the other of these positions.  In fact, one day may see all of these thoughts enter our minds.  When I read the Bible, I’m struck by prophets whose lives explored each of these experiences, and by apostles who encountered daily trials and tribulations, and in so doing, combined the idea that our desire may indeed be to see life soon finished, but in the midst of life, we live out our lives in light of God’s desires for righteous living and in anticipation of a better world to come.

But we live in a relatively prosperous times here in North America.  When our world becomes comfortable, we soon lose sight of what day this is.  We lounge and fantasize, feeling that our riches, reputation and self-sufficiency will provide ease and comfort forever.

I’ve watched the shipwreck of that philosophy a few too many times!

Maybe our perspective on each day needs to be readjusted!  The anticipation of a new day (this is the day the Lord has made) and the realization that God is the one who takes us through (we will rejoice and be glad in it – regardless of what happens) is certainly a good starting point!

I have visited the hospital a number of times over these past few days.  A few of our parishioners have been there – some recovering and others not so much.

On Thursday I visited Ernie later in the evening.  His breathing was laboured and I was not sure he would make the evening.  He rallied the next day and had a number of his family visit.  Even at supper tim visit yesterday saw him talking and joking. 

But, as often happens, this was a rallying that was probably for the sake of the family.  His earthly life tired out this morning.  His wife called me and I headed over to the hospital to pray, console and provide support.

Although these are times of pastoral care, this also a time of personal contact – Ernie was someone you just liked (feisty, opinionated , but personable).  I first met Ernie almost a half-century ago.  His journey has not been easy, but he was a man who persevered.  He will be missed by friends and family.

May God bless the family today as they grieve this loss!

As I sit here this morning, a song bird chirps outside the window.  A spider crawls across the floor (where did it come from??), and the sun reflects off a blue sky.

These are things to be thankful for.  I can arise and go out into the outdoors.  I can enjoy a walk across grass and pavement.  This evening I will join others in a Barbeque hosted in a farm yard.  And throughout the day I will venture into nature that God has created.

Not so for all others.  In the hospital lately,  I have visited those whose extent of movement is up and down a hallway – if they can even get out of bed.  Others are living such busy lives that they will miss today’s beauty. 

And so, in thankfulness to the God of creation, I take a moment right now to stop and lift praise to God.

So begins my day!

So, I was thinking about what we do in our post secondary education.

I spent eight years in post-secondary education.  I have seen curriculum revisions.  I have prepared accreditation reports, I have watched faculty agonize over what to teach.  Out of this I have sympathy for teachers who are trying to figure out what to teach.

Then I ran across the following quote, which seems to place liberal arts post secondary institutions in a fossilized position:

Perishing communities (and ideas) produce historians and sociologists and academic conferences. Flourishing communities produce preachers, missionaries and prayer meetings.

Actually, from the day a flourishing community begins they create records (history) and ways of doing things (structure) and enthusiasm (which is measurable). 

I think problems arise when you are studying the movement more than being the movement – you are in trouble. 

Nevertheless, a word to the wise.  Where are your efforts going in your own personal life, in the life of your marriage, in your church, in your community?  If you are sitting back and analyzing and never participating, you are in trouble!