I really should put out my socks. My usual routine is to select the clothes I am going to wear the next day before going to bed. I choose a shirt and trousers (does anyone use that word now?) and match socks and shoes to go with them.
That is important for me because sometimes, in the middle of the night, I get up and leave the house. That happened last night. I’m not a sleep walker. I’m a Police Chaplain.
Someone shot someone else in a downtown neighborhood in
When the pager sounded, I stumbled out of bed, first trying to find the pager to make it stop that annoying sound, then tried to find socks in a drawer in the dark. My response was delayed, my anxiety level rose and, as Donna was trying to go back to sleep, I was making a lot of noise.
Things would have gone better if I was prepared.
Right now I am thinking about the young man who was sitting in a pickup truck at the intersection of Hessen Cassel and Clermont. His life ended suddenly. I wonder if he was prepared? Was he unprepared to enter eternity?
I’m going to put out my socks tonight.
And I’m going to spend some time thinking about 1 John 5:13: “I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life.”
1 comment:
Thanks, Eric, for a great column that reminds me to be ready.
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