This week, I heard an add for a local Hospice program: Adding life to days when adding days to life isn’t possible.
Isn’t that beautiful?
Unfortunately, it is flawed. Adding days to life is never possible. The only person who ever tried it came to a very bad end. On his deathbed, Hezekiah convinced God to relent and give him fifteen more years of life. Unfortunately, he sold his legacy into bondage during those last years.
So, don’t try it. Don’t think you can bargain with God and promise to be a missionary if he’ll let you live another fifty years in good health. That’s like promising you’ll build orphanages around the world if you win the lottery. You know you’ll blow it on cars and clothes and Caribbean cruises.
I’ve always sort of known this concept about life. The Bible has several passages about all our days being numbered. But that slogan grabbed my attention and made me wonder where I’d been frittering away my allotted days.
That is why I took a long drive after work Saturday afternoon. I was pretty sure laundry, groceries, and bill-paying wouldn’t add any life to my days. But a granddaughter’s piano recital? Oh, yeah.