Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
DAY
DAY
Each day is new money, golden.
How shall we spend it? What shall we buy? After 24 hours this day's currency dissipates for good. We cannot save it, nor store this day away, for future consumption. It is "manna," supplied by our Master, by: "Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth."
Day must be consumed, must be utilized to negotiate the terms of our stays. Day must be played out adroitly in Earth's bustling market places of commerce, of service, of ideas, or fade away, be taken away!
Thus, we are taught to pray, "Lord, Give us this day our daily bread."
'Gift' each day surely is, as is our sense of each day's incomparable value, its irreplaceable worth to our own life! But for this day, there can be, will be, no others . It is our peculiar gateway to what lies ahead or not!
Thank you, Lord, for this new day!