Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away. If only we knew the power of your anger! Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due. Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Relent, LORD! How long will it be? Have compassion on your servants. Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
- Psalm 90:10-14 NIVTeach us to number our days. Every day is so dear, yet if we don't pay attention, they fly away without a thought on our part.
As we approach the Easter season, think about how Jesus must have felt in his last month. Everywhere around him, he saw sin and violence. Yet, many people were hearing him, and heeding the Word, most perhaps for the first time in their lives. Every day he saw new people with their hearts lifted and their hopes raised. Jubilant crowds followed him everywhere, and people sought the knowledge of God with every question they asked. It was the most wonderful time in the history of man, and it all revolved around this one man, Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
So we are today. Whether we have seven days, seven years, or seventy-seven years left, each day is precious and can be a monument to God. And if we live in this way, we will be glad in all our days.