Running With The Devil

I have plenty of things I could talk about today, but honestly, I am not in the mood. When I got to work this morning, I found out that one of my friends whom I worked with for many years had passed away suddenly. His name was Nelson; He was young and it was unexpected, so to say that our whole workplace was in a surreal fog all day is a monsterous understatement. Things like this put everything in perspective.

One of my co-workers reminded me today that our friend would often say, "Life is too short..." whenever it came to regret. It was his way of encouraging people to follow their heart, and he did say it often.

The devil, however, wants everyone to wait until tomorrow. "Put it off... you always have tomorrow..."

But who knows what tomorrow will bring?

Funerals are usually the one time when everyone, everywhere will stop for a moment and listen to the Bible. There is a version of the Bible called The Message; It reads like it was re-worded by some deadhead van driving Hippie, but it also makes points clear without all the lingustical mumbo-jumbo that some versions revel in. If you open The Message to Ecclesiastes 3 and read the verses 9 through 13, you'll hear this:

But in the end, does it really make a difference what anyone does? I've had a good look at what God has given us to do—busywork, mostly. True, God made everything beautiful in itself and in its time—but he's left us in the dark, so we can never know what God is up to, whether he's coming or going. I've decided that there's nothing better to do than go ahead and have a good time and get the most we can out of life. That's it—eat, drink, and make the most of your job. It's God's gift.

Maybe tomorrow I will have more to say, but for now I have to go.

After all, Life is Short.