This morning while walking I came upon a dead duck, its body ripped open by a predator. Moments later, I watched a pre-dawn sky painted by the rising sun. Then on the lakeside road, crows were out in force, caw-cawing all around me. That reminded me of ravens, which brought Poe's poem to mind, which again brought death to the forefront. A short distance down the road, I walked by a decomposing opossum. Today's walk struck me as a juxtapositioning of life and death. Death and symbols of death were all around. But so was life in all its abundance. Canadian geese over the lake, ducks on the water, people walking and working, dogs running and barking. Life is precious, and it can be taken away in a second. The juxtaposition reinforces the importance of appreciating the life breathed into us by God and not wasting it. How sad that many people do waste their lives, laid low by drugs, alcohol, or apathy. If only more of us could realize the latent talents and specialness given to us to do great things -"great" in the sense of bringing joy and blessings to one person or many people, in ways that glorify God. Let those of us who are able carry this message to others who may only need to hear it to walk away from the circling crows and into the brilliant light of the sunrise.
For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.
- Ephesians 2:10