from Carson Rockett
O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am! Behold, you have made my days a mere hand-breadth; and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath!
- Psalms 39:4-5
Recently at the Ash Wednesday service each of us was reminded that we are dust, and to dust we shall return. Moses teaches us elsewhere in the Psalms that this reminder can give us a heart of wisdom – that when we number our days it will help us remember what is transient and what is eternal.
I suffer from time-confusion though. Intellectually I know that my days are numbered, yet I can so easily lose sight of the reality that I am dust, and to dust I shall return. There is a real spiritual danger in this.
CS Lewis speaks to this danger in his book, The Screwtape Letters. Lewis points out how susceptible Christians are to lowering their guard over the course of a long life and falling in love with the world: “He feels that he is ‘finding his place in the world’, while really it is finding his place in him. His increasing reputation, his widening circle of acquaintances, his sense of importance, the growing pressure of absorbing and agreeable work, build up in him a sense of really being at home in earth.”
I pray that over this Lenten season, we at CotC are a people that number the days of our very short lives. That we are freed from the desires to put our hope and trust in this fleeting world, but rather put our hope and trust in our Lord Jesus Christ, declaring with the psalmist “Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing upon earth that I desire besides you.”
I am married to my incredible wife Drue; we are both from the Gulf Coast of Alabama. If anyone would like to drink sweet tea and watch Alabama football please let us know. Roll Tide.