Paint-Balling
Carol and I were discussing the changing nature of life the other day as you never know when you are doing something for the last time. It might be something which you have done for ages and is part of life.
For example over the last seven years, every Saturday I rummaged around in market wheelie-bins to collect fruit and vegetables for our pet-pig, Simon. Covid-19 stopped this happening, but on the last Saturday I rummaged I was unaware that it was to be so. It could be something less mundane, but as you look back you realise you missed the knowledge of it being the last time.
On a more important level, our life could suddenly end with little or no warning and everything we had just done would have been the last time!
Unexpected events do happen and change our lives and we can only really be prepared up to a point as otherwise we would be wrecks. I remember Paint- Balling on our son’s 30th birthday bash where we were teamed to achieve goals and ‘stay alive’. Full protective gear and helmets were mandatory, but there was no ignoring the impact of a Paint-Ball as you certainly knew you had been hit. During our teams’ assault I recall being shot while believing I was reasonably secure and hidden. It brought home to me that in the military world and in life generally it may all end with little warning at all.
Peace comes from trusting in the work of Jesus on the cross as He died in our place to make us right with God…? As Jesus said “In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?” John 14 v’s 1,2
