I was reading a blog that I often drop in on for a challenge/encouragement and she had a link to a video poem about "the dash." It was a story about a preacher at a funeral telling the congregation that the most important things we not the date the person had been born or died, but that little punctuation in between, the dash that represents life and what you did with it. As I hung out laundry I thought, yes, life really is a gift from God and our gift back to Him is what we do with that dash.
On Saturday our principal and his church lost a dear Sunday School teacher who had been at an appreciation banquet. When someone informed the church members that a la resistancia march was headed their way, he had quickly run outside to move his car off of the street. (Members of the resistance group have been known to cause a lot of damage to vehicles in their wake.) In one split second the number was added to the end of his dash and a wife and two young girls were left to grieve-seems so pointless. Two demonstrators who rode ahead on a motorcycle were looking for trouble and found a victim to shoot.
And yet,this was no surprise to God.
So as I look around and get frustrated by the political climate in both my home country and my adopted one, I am reminded that my calling is to be faithful with my dash. One day at a time.
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