Are you neglecting your loved ones?
The great Scottish essayist an d historian Thomas Carlyle married his secretary, Jane Walsh. She continued to work for him but when she got ill, Carlyle. Who was deeply devoted to his work, didn’t seem to notice, so he allowed her to keep working. But she had cancer and eventually she was confined to bed. Although Carlyle truly loved her, he found that he didn’t have much time to stay with her or much attention to give her. Then she died. After the funeral Carlyle went up to Jane’s room, noticed her diary lying on the table, picked it up and began to read. On one entire page she had written a single line: “Yesterday he spent an hour with me and it was like heaven: I love him so much.” A reality he had somehow been too blind to see now revealed itself with crushing clarity. He had been too busy to notice how much he meant to Jane. He thought of all the times he had been preoccupied with his work and simply failed to notice her. He hadn’t seen her suffering. He hadn’t seen her love. Turning to the next page, he read words he’d never forget: “I’ve listened all day to hear his steps in the hall, but now it is late and I guess he won’t come today.” He put her diary back on the table and ran out of the house. Friends found him at the side of her grave, covered with mud. His eyes were red from weeping; tears rolling down his face. “If only I’d known, If only I’d known,” he cried. After Jane’s death, Carlyle made little attempt to write again. Are you neglecting your loved ones?
You family, be it mother, father, grandmother, sister, brother, or children; are God’s gift to you and me. The grass withers, the flowers fade, and our lives are soon blown away like the chaff in the wind. Psalm 90:9-12 states: “For all our days have passed away in Your wrath; We finish our years like a sigh. 10 The days of our lives are seventy years; And if by reason of strength they are eighty years, Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow; For it is soon cut off, and we fly away. 11 Who knows the power of Your anger? For as the fear of You, so is Your wrath. 12 So teach us to number our days, That we may gain a heart of wisdom.
When I was growing up in the 50’s, 60”s, it seemed that people grew old before they died. And then my brother, Robert died at 21 years of age. He was killed in a car accident in South Carolina while visiting my grandmother. I was a junior in college at the time. The news of his death tore me to pieces. It was years before I would visit his gravesite or accept his death. I was 20 at the time of his death. Accepting the death of a young person is not easy. My heart and soul hurts for the family of the young woman, Tyshauna Jackson that was found dead in Bloomfield two days ago. She was the god-daughter of one of my church members. She will be mourned and missed immensely by family and friends.
I say all of this to make a point. People are dying, getting sick turning up missing, abused, and sold into sex trafficking everyday. Our mothers, fathers, grandparents are getting older. Some are suffering from chronic diseases, others are being diagnosed with dementia, and many have cancer or other types of diseases. Even our young people are dying young today. Black on Black crime, violent acts perpetrated by law enforcement, highway accidents, drugs, alcohol, suicide, etc are killing our youth.
It is important that we do not take our family and friends for granted. It used to be said: “Here today, gone tomorrow!” But now you can be here today, and gone within the next hour. So if you are neglecting a loved one, if you haven’t checked in, texted, called, or visited a family member in a while, do it before it is too late.
The question has been asked by a pastor friend of mine who preached a sermon at the church. The title of her sermon was: “What Would You Do If You Had Just One More Day?” Sadly enough, many people will not be given another day, because their number came up. God required their soul to eternal hell or eternity, depending upon the choice that he or she made before dying.
Love those feverishly whom God has to you as a precious gift. Don’t be neglectful or foolish enough to think that your loved ones will still be alive when you finally make up your mind to call, visit, or write them. Do it TODAY, TOMORROW IS NOT PROMISED TO ANYONE.
IT IS ANOTHER FABULOUS SUMMER DAY. MAKE THE MOST OF IT AND:
“DON’T FORGET TO SAY YOUR PRAYERS!”