Now, one or two of you might’ve maybe’ve noticed, that from time to time -- when the spirit takes me -- I let loose a comment or two about Christian theology and Christian living. These comments may or may not make sense -- half the time, I’ve had a few. But fact is: Not a one of us can avoid -- no matter how much TV we watch and stuff our brain with in the meantime -- nary a one of us can keep from staring Mister Death, there, right in the face: when our time comes.
So -- whether you’re a priest, or an atheist, or just a ramblin’ gamblin’ man, time comes, you’re gonna wonder about that thing (if it even is a thing) they call the Afterlife. We have -- from time to time -- touched upon that matter here:
Funny thing about the Afterlife -- any one of us might be a sight lot closer to finding out about it, than we rightly reckon. And for an old man like me, whose heart is still ticking, but which sometimes fails to tock -- well, any time the doorbell rings, I have to wonder: Is it those Seventh-Days again, or is it the Guy with the Scythe ???
Fact is -- Don’t worry about it much. Seems I trust in my Maker more deeply in my heart, than ever I can in my fretful, sinful mind. But - be - that - as it may. All we really need to know, in this life here below -- me ‘n’ you ‘n’ Sister Sue -- is summarized right fine right here:
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This frame of clay which Thou hast shaped
and quickened with Thine inblown Word,
a cloak about my spirit draped:
Mold it a little longer, Lord.
For that I feel the flesh grow slack,
the inward wind begin to leak,
the cloak grow threadbare on my back,
and life's flame gutter on the wick.
Thou didst a sand-glass but upend
when in the world Thou sent'st abroad
the life Thou didst not give, but lend:
Lend it a little longer, Lord.
For that the very time grows nigh
wherein, obedient to their fate,
my father, and his before, did die:
Oh Lord, do not advance the date!
Nay let me live, that with these days
I might yet pray, and pen thy praise.
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