A Strange Dichotomy

This morning I made my family blueberry pancakes, some in the shape of a three for my sons birthday. We then cleaned up the house and prepared for the arrival of my parents and sisters for a birthday party. They arrived safely, and we spent the afternoon sharing stories and laughter. Later in the evening we enjoyed dinner together, opened presents, and ate cake and ice cream.

Just as the kids were about to get in bed, I received a phone call informing me that a man who had attended our church Sunday evening, who was present at an outreach event we hosted on Tuesday, and who I had talked to Thursday night, had been shot five times and was in critical condition at a local hospital. It’s a strange dichotomy to be sitting here at the end of an above average day, and to think about a man I know who could have lost his life while I was singing “Happy Birthday.”

How quickly life can change for us all. Eternity is much closer than we think.