Unanchored

"All mankind stands as a mere breath," Psalm 39:5.

So earth's population stands just shy of 8 billion people as of last month. All these lifetimes, and the ones preceding this present moment, all the lifetimes of people ever to have lived, stand as a mere breath before the God of all creation. Breathe out, breath out, exhale, expire, and it's all gone, a fleeting mist swept away in the wind. Indeed. Lives are morning wisps that vanish with the rising sun. Graveyards fill with unanchored names and dates. Who remembers? No one. Well, no one but God. God remembers. Every single name. Every person. In context. What they did. What they hoped. What they felt. What they thought. Comes a day - what a day! - when all ever to have lived arise from the dust of the earth to stand before their maker. And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in you.

With a brother or sister today we turn to hope in God, our creator, who gives every breath we breathe. And, together, breathing in, we give thanks to God for the hope of Jesus' resurrection, who lives forever more.