You own nothing, and neither do I. September 22,2024
September, 22, 2024 Sunday Meditation You own nothing, and neither do I. The process of aging out of the system is filled with difficulties and irony. The process starts way before it begins or so at times it seems. Life is given to us, sometimes, I think grudgingly. It is as if the angels know we have to do our tour of duty here on earth, for some reason known but to God. But there are things different between man and angels. It seems that as soon as we are born, God starts the clock ticking in bits of code buried deep in our DNA. The obituaries are clear that some are destined to leave life early, and some will be the last ones to be taken. Death is so final and unstoppable; “... leaving 3 small children without a..., taken suddenly as he pulled up his socks...., after an extended…, their battle has ended...., outlived 15 siblings....” . We stop, but leave the motor running, to pay our respects, grieve our grief, and then we move on, for we must, as the world stops for no