A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon a quote by popular British humorist and author, Erma Bombeck. She had been asked what she would have done differently had she the opportunity to live her life over again. After reading her reply, I couldn’t help but imagine how our lives would be remarkably different if we all thought about what we would like to have at the end of our lives and not just about what we want now.
It has oft been said that the man who lies at his deathbed doesn’t smile at how much he has acquired — the cars, houses, degrees, etc — things he would leave behind. Rather, he basks in simple thought of the lives he has touched, revels in the joy gotten from the relationships he built and sustained all through his life, and the impact he would have made on earth.
Bestselling author, Stephen R. Covey, in his powerful book The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People titled the second habit Begin with the End in Mind. “To begin with an end in mind means to start with a clear understanding of your destination,” writes Covey. It’s not strange to see a man of 50 or 60 bemoaning the life he lived in his youth. This usually occurs because he lived his youth thinking only of youthfulness. It probably never crossed his mind that there will ever be a day when he’ll be old. He never lived with a clear understanding of his destination.
The Prophet Moses prayed, “Teach me to number my days that I may apply my heart to wisdom.” Imagine you had 5 more years to live. What would you do different? What will you change? That’s how to begin with an end in mind. I won’t want to lie on my deathbed with tears of regret. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to either. Like Moses, I will like to live each day wisely.
I share Erma Bombeck’s answer below. I found it thorough and engaging.
If I had my life to live over again I would have talked less and listened more.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy and complaining about the shadow over my feet, I’d have cherished every minute of it and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was to be my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten popcorn in the “good” living room and worried less about the dirt when you lit the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have burnt the pink candle that was sculptured like a rose before it melted while being stored.
I would have sat cross-legged on the lawn with my children and never worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television, and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband which I took for granted.
I would have eaten less cottage cheese and more ice cream.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick, instead of pretending the Earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for a day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
When my child kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now, go get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more I love you’s, more I’m sorry’s, more I’m listening’s. But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute of it… look at it and really see it… try it on… live it… exhaust it… and never give that minute back until there was nothing left of it.
What if had your life to live again? Would you change anything?
© Eleazar Maduka, 2017
I was told the other day that my brother,
One with whom my very soul was knit with,
Had been struck down by a torrential rainstorm –
One of bullets that had been created by old sweats
Then I was told of countless other brothers,
Innocent, young and extremely ambitious men,
That had fallen by the wayside, beaten and broken
I call them brothers because they are human
They had been inordinately desirous of power;
Promises of a better world serving as a drug,
Diurnally got them to a state of stupendous high –
They are brothers, nonetheless, and they are men
The hearts of our mothers beat wildly each morning;
“I`m off to school,” sounds like, “Goodbye, mama”
Our fathers can only smile after everyone returns home;
“When will this end?” they wonder, “How will this end?”
But we must summon courage and pick up arms
Else the next spilled blood might be on our doormats
We are soldiers and we must act like ruthless ones
We must unsheathe our swords – God wills it!
We don`t need guns – we have swords, shields,
Breastplates, helmets, belts and the Gospel
The clock ticks with the passing of every second
And our adversary advances, breaking our very ranks
Peter was in chains when his brothers prayed all night
Paul continually offered up prayers for all the saints
Dear believer, can we lose sleep in a time like this?
We must stand like brothers – God wills it!
© Eleazar Maduka, 2017
“This man receiveth sinners.”
Observe the condescension of this fact. This Man, who towers above all other men, holy, harmless, undefiled, and separate from sinners—this Man receiveth sinners.
Below I share what I believe to be 10 very vital points that I believe everyone should take note of when we consider the subject of judging.
Kindly note that they are mine and could be edited (points could be added and/or removed). I’m not saying that this is all you need. I’m saying that this could be helpful to you as a Christian. Continue reading
As I reflect upon my recent travels, what immediately comes to mind is a picture I cannot shake off! It was our last day in Kurdistan. We were on our way for our last meeting in Erbil. The traffic was heavy. All of a sudden a car pulled up beside us at the traffic light and we heard screaming from that vehicle. It was a small pickup and everyone inside was weeping or sobbing, especially a woman who was clearly hysterical, smiting her forehead and her chest screaming in despair. Her husband (we presume) was trying his best to contain her. We didn’t know what to do until someone in our car said she must have just received news of someone’s death in her family. We reached out to them with a bottle of water, and somebody from their car took it and started to splash some of the water on the distraught woman. Continue reading
“Just balances, just weights, a just ephah, and a just hin, shall ye have.”
Weights, and scales, and measures were to be all according to the standard of justice. Surely no Christian man will need to be reminded of this in his business, for if righteousness were banished from all the world beside, it should find a shelter in believing hearts. There are, however, other balances which weigh moral and spiritual things, and these often need examining. We will call in the officer today.