The magazine section of Saturday’s paper included a fascinating article on life expectancy, and included a link to http://www.livingto100.com. On the website, I completed a “life expectancy calculator.” It asked questions about diet and exercise habits… home life and family… job related stress… personal hygiene (did you know you can add up to fours years to your life by flossing your teeth everyday?)… family medical history – then used this information to calculate how long I could expect to live.
I won’t tell you the age the calculator gave me, but I was “okay” with my result, at first. It is older than the current ages of my parents, and years longer than any of my grandparents lived. It did torque me a little that Vicki will apparently outlive me by six or seven years…
But then I started thinking… About how old my children will be at the “check out date” I was given… About things I want to see and do with my wife… About ministry and mission work I’d love to be involved in…
Suddenly, my expiration date seems to come way too soon.
Because we have no guarantees of how long will live, our focus should be on how we live. In the Scriptures there are a handful of verses from Exodus and Deuteronomy that promised long life to the Children of Israel if they kept the Law. Apart from that, the thrust of the Bible message on age and length of life is focused on quality, not quantity.
How would we live if we could know when our “number” was coming up? I suspect I would try to make each day count… My wife would never doubt how much I love her, need her, and support her… My kids would be well prepared to face life with a foundation of faith… I would be serious about sharing the Gospel with the lost, befriending the lonely, offering hope to the hurting…
I guess I’ve had the sobering realization that I won’t live on this earth forever, and that most encounters with other people are more significant than we know. I want to really live, and not just mark time on a calendar. I want to spend my remaining days on this planet – however many or few there might be – in such a way that eternal life will just be a change of venue.
Now, I gotta go floss…


Thoughts jumping across the pond in my head…
I have a fountain on my desk. It’s cheap and plastic, but it came with real rocks! I call it my “stream of living water…” But there’s an unanticipated problem: the batteries wear out, and the “never-ending stream” stops flowing. Of course the issue is the power source – double “A”batteries are only temporary, they get weaker and weaker, and eventually they die.