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Some day, some time, some place, we will get the call, "it is time to
come home." The dash is over. You know that dash mark between two dates,
the day you bounced into this world, and the date you left this world. For
some the dash is short, very short. While others are
just like the old Timex watch, they keep on ticking, Then one day way
down the road, the call comes.
I remember one day in the hospital, a person died in the ER room. I
walked out and ran into Pastor Buller. Now there was the best liked man
of the cloth one could find, bar none. He was a Mennonite preacher, he
worked for the hospital, both he and his wife. We old timers still know
the Beatrice Community Hospital as the Mennonite Hospital. Now he never
cared what church you did, or did not go to, if you needed a preacher to
visit with, he was always right handy. My mother, said she could always
count on him popping in her room as soon as he got the news she was in the
hospital. He told me after she got her call, he would miss visiting with
her. I got him to preach her services.
Any way, this day, as I met him just out of the ER room. I said, "his
clock stopped." Pastor Buller said "I don't understand just what you mean
?" I said, "well preacher, I believe when your born in this world, a clock
is set up in Heaven, with your name on it. It may run just a short time,
or it may run a longer time. Some day it will stop, and that is when you
get the call to come home." He said. " You know I never thought of it that
way, but you might just be right, as we don't know when the call is going
to come that it is time to go home."
I know one thing, there is no one that can look at a new born baby, and
have any idea of its life span. It may be perfect in health, and just live
a short time. It can also be very poor in health, and just keep right on
ticking. No one knows the amount of time the dash makes up, not till the
call comes.
My question is are you
ready for the call? I have heard the bright
remark, "I have my bags packed." That may well be, but I still think even
if one does have the bags packed so to speak, there is always something
that is left unfinished. You know life is like traveling to see your
children, or your mother, or dad, in another town, or state. Almost always
a few miles headed for home, it comes to you, something you should have
told them about. Oh well there will be another trip one day. Maybe and
maybe not. The call may just come, when you least expect it. I believe if
one reads the Book of Job. You can sure learn a lot. No man knows just
when things can happen, even to an almost perfect man.
Bill Walker
missourisage@yahoo.com
Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5
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