Memories fade
Like the dusty road runs away
From the feet that dangle from the tailgate of the bumpy pickup
The future is unknown
Like headlights show just far enough ahead
On the forest road at night, with every curve
God knows a man’s life at once
Measures it like a length of thread
But gives to his soul just a single slice
A thin moment
Always changing
Carpe diem
I cannot and will not contest that God has foreordained those who will be saved. He has. But think of time as a bubble. God holds the bubble in his hand, and we are inside. All of our lives are predetermined outside the bubble, from birth to death forming one cohesive whole…but inside “time” things are constantly taking shape by our choices. Inside the bubble, our minds are confined to the linear progression of time, and predestination is almost irrelevant to us, because we cannot fathom it. We act according to time, making choices in every moment in an effort to attain God. That’s why we are “eager to make our calling and election sure” and “work out our salvation with fear and trembling.”
Ben Taylor 