|You're getting up, taking a shower and you have a full day planned. Pretty typical stuff.|
You know you need to get into the office, and since it is Wednesday, we have a prayer time that I am supposed to lead.
I'll check my e-mail, make a few phone calls, and then check the blogs. I mean, I gotta keep up on the political madness, right?
After that I'll double check my fantasy football team, drink my tenth cup of coffee, and then get to work on a year end report for Adventures in Life, the ministry where I serve.
And then I'll head home, kiss the wife, kick the dog, oops, no dog, turn on the news, Facebook a little, and relax.
After a great dinner, we'll play a game or two and then head to bed. So I can do it all over again tomorrow.
At least that was the plan. And then the telephone rang.
I saw it on my wife's face, heard it in her voice and instantly knew something terrible had happened. A good friend of ours had taken an overdose and died early this morning, leaving behind a wife and three kids under ten.
Suddenly, all that other stuff doesn't seem to matter much.
It's amazing how much time we spend on stuff that has no eternal significance.