RUNNING THROUGH LIFE
—David R. Dee
Stop, stop—the rush is steadily slowing you down. Your life is almost gone, and you have not even seen it go by. Wanderer, aimlessly wandering, going nowhere fast. You can’t stop to think or talk about how you came to be, why you are existing now, or where Eternity will find you. You only walk; no, you run—you run to and fro; you run away from the past, present, and future— hoping that the past will not catch you, the present will not keep you, and the future will not leave you behind. Faster, faster … your pace accelerates all the more when you hear a call to stop, to stop and listen to your heart beating— beating to the point of bursting, because you know of nothing else to do except to rush, rush, rush! The race you chose to enter is almost over now; the finish line is the starting point of another race in which you cannot enter. You would not stop, but now you must; it is the next generation’s turn to run. You came to your end without stopping for direction in the beginning— you ran through life, but was there ever any life running through you?
Psalm 139:23-24
Search me, O God, and know my heart:
try me, and know my thoughts:
And see if there be any wicked way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.
—David R. Dee
Stop, stop—the rush is steadily slowing you down. Your life is almost gone, and you have not even seen it go by. Wanderer, aimlessly wandering, going nowhere fast. You can’t stop to think or talk about how you came to be, why you are existing now, or where Eternity will find you. You only walk; no, you run—you run to and fro; you run away from the past, present, and future— hoping that the past will not catch you, the present will not keep you, and the future will not leave you behind. Faster, faster … your pace accelerates all the more when you hear a call to stop, to stop and listen to your heart beating— beating to the point of bursting, because you know of nothing else to do except to rush, rush, rush! The race you chose to enter is almost over now; the finish line is the starting point of another race in which you cannot enter. You would not stop, but now you must; it is the next generation’s turn to run. You came to your end without stopping for direction in the beginning— you ran through life, but was there ever any life running through you?
Psalm 139:23-24
Search me, O God, and know my heart:
try me, and know my thoughts:
And see if there be any wicked way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.
RUNNING THROUGH LIFE
—David R. Dee
Stop, stop—the rush is steadily slowing you down. Your life is almost gone, and you have not even seen it go by. Wanderer, aimlessly wandering, going nowhere fast. You can’t stop to think or talk about how you came to be, why you are existing now, or where Eternity will find you. You only walk; no, you run—you run to and fro; you run away from the past, present, and future— hoping that the past will not catch you, the present will not keep you, and the future will not leave you behind. Faster, faster … your pace accelerates all the more when you hear a call to stop, to stop and listen to your heart beating— beating to the point of bursting, because you know of nothing else to do except to rush, rush, rush! The race you chose to enter is almost over now; the finish line is the starting point of another race in which you cannot enter. You would not stop, but now you must; it is the next generation’s turn to run. You came to your end without stopping for direction in the beginning— you ran through life, but was there ever any life running through you?
Psalm 139:23-24
Search me, O God, and know my heart:
try me, and know my thoughts:
And see if there be any wicked way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.
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