Some days unfold like shrink-wrapped mattresses. Escaping from their box never to be returned. Knocking over everything as soon as the tape is cut.
No one around to help you lug the beast upstairs.
So a friend’s Monday.
His 23 year old stepdaughter died suddenly in her sleep. Diagnosed with a bladder infection in the hospital. To be sent home on antibiotics tomorrow. Tomorrow never came.
The forever shock extends through his wife and her other daughter. Ripples into his clients who received the email. Laps around my feet as I consider my children and grandchildren.
In days etched on calendars by tragedy, Ecclesiastes’ Teacher shouts: “Meaningless! Meaningless! … Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.” (Ecclesiastes 1.2)
Such forever days require Jesus’ voice as well: “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies;and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?” (John 11.25,26)
Pray for those whose yesterday made today meaningless. Pray Jesus’ promise of forever tomorrows takes root in their hearts soon.