I remember the day well. Two elderly women stopped me in the parking lot and said, “Pastor, I think we should talk about mother’s funeral.” Indeed, we should. Rosie was 106 at the time!
Youngsters love to count their days. They are only too happy to tell you how old they are or how many days until their next birthday; they can’t wait. Others of us don’t like to count our days. The world is full of people who are 39!
But somehow, I don’t think the psalmist is talking about birthdays. Maybe he is talking about how we live our lives, making each day count, being alert and ready, doing kingdom work. Our days are numbered, he points out, so maybe he is suggesting that we get at it while we still can.
There is so much to do. But lest we become overwhelmed by the amount of work, we can break it down into smaller bits. What can our congregation do, small as it might be? What can I do? Can I volunteer a couple of hours a week to deliver meals on wheels, teach a refugee to read, write some letters to my MP, or take calls at a refuge centre?
When everyone does their bit, God’s kingdom comes.
Lord Jesus, help me do my bit; make my days count. Amen. — DAB