Driving to town today, I started thinking about all the dead animals we have driven past on the shoulders of roads and highways. People pass by usually never knowing what type of animal it was or if it belonged to someone; until eventually it disappears. Never to be thought about again by the thousands of people who drive past that spot. Like it never existed. Just think in our country of the thousands and thousands of animals this has happened to, run over, gone and forgotten. (and I'm not talking about just dogs and cats)
In a way we are like that; here one minute and gone and forgotten the next. When we suffer a loss, it affects so many. After a while it gets put to the back of our daily thoughts and then years later, those that mourn will go on with their lives. Eventually they will pass away too. It might take a hundred years, but eventually there will be no one to remember individuals.
Think of all the generations and great nations of the past. We read about their famous leaders, warriors and others, but there were millions of ordinary people too. They were once just as alive and passionate about life as we are today. Yet, they are forgotten. They had the same feelings, fear, love, happiness, sorrow that we do. They loved parents, spouses, children and grandchildren. They may be forgotten by man, yet, they aren't forgotten by God. Every person is important to God.
The following verses say it so well. If only we would read God's Word, everything is right there, everything we need to know.
“All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever.” And this is the word that was preached to you. 1 Peter 1:24-25
"Show me, O LORD, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man's life is but a breath. Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro: He bustles about, but only in vain; he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it. "But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you. Psalm 39 4-7
Mortals, born of woman, are of few days and full of trouble. They spring up like flowers and wither away; like fleeting shadows, they do not endure.
A person’s days are determined; you have decreed the number of his months and have set limits he cannot exceed.
But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last and is no more. As the water of a lake dries up or a riverbed becomes parched and dry, so he lies down and does not rise.....
If only you would set me a time and then remember me! If someone dies, will they live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait for my renewal to come.
You will call and I will answer you; you will long for the creature your hands have made.
Surely then you will count my steps but not keep track of my sin. My offenses will be sealed up in a bag; you will cover over my sin.
If their children are honored, they do not know it; if their offspring are brought low, they do not see it. They feel but the pain of their own bodies and mourn only for themselves.”
Job 14: 1, 4, 10, 13-17 and 21- 22
For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing; they have no further reward, and even their name is forgotten. Their love, their hate and their jealousy have long since vanished; never again will they have a part in anything that happens under the sun. Ecclesiastes 9:5-6
So count your blessing that you are alive today!
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