November 20, 2007

Something about hearing ambulance sirens at least once or twice a day is sobering.

After I left for college, my parents moved to a place that’s situated somewhere between two hospitals. On some days, it seems like the sirens wail every couple hours.

They’re sobering reminders about the brevity of life, about the urgency of the gospel. Yet, they’re also sweet reminders that the believer’s lasting city is not here but There.

Psalm 90:1-4, 12
“Lord, You have been our dwelling place
in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
or ever You had formed the earth & the world,
from everlasting to everlasting You are God.
You return man to dust
& say, ‘Return, O children of man!’
For a thousand years in Your sight
are but as yesterday when it is past,
or as a watch in the night . . .
So teach us to number our days
that we may get a heart of wisdom.”


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