Moments

  There was not a breath of air.   The humid stillness hanging in the silence of the forest, tense in its breathlessness. Amplified by the quiet, a loudness suddenly crashed about in the limbs of a large tree.   A large dead branch was tumbling noisily through the other branches to end its days above the earth.     What made the limb fall at this one moment?   Surely, not wind or gust or freeze.   Perhaps, it was just time, that’s all: just a time, the moment, the breaking point when decay had mitigated the limb’s strength that it could not support its own weight-----Yes, perhaps, it was time.   And in life, there just sometimes comes a time to shed off the dead and rotting in life and let it crash to the ground.   Sometimes it is time to give more wholly to God and let the things rotting fall.    

  I n a world seemingly convinced that being hyper-busy is the equivalent of being hyper-important.   But w hen you get down to life in the nitty-gritty, when your health starts to fail, when you wonder if you will see the next Christmas, busy takes a back seat.  And the things that were more important all along come front and center.  You wondered why you worried about such trivial matters and wasted time chasing bubbles with busy.   And the truth is, how many people are dead and gone and forgotten and their busy pursuits gone with them.  Do we really think we are doing much that is really important or lasting?   The only truly important things we will ever do in life are what we do in response to God’s calling upon our live s.