I have learned to number my days. I’ve been on this earth longer than I will be. But that is an abstract concept at best. The great artist, Damien Hurst, once put a dead shark in a tank of formaldehyde and named it, “The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living”. Although I consider the piece very strong, I believe the title to be one of the all-time great titles. As a child of God I rale at the thought of death, so heinously evil to the idea of life. But I have strayed down the rabbit hole. This blog is about my retirement and how this year it is before me, a handful of months away. Every day I think about it. Every day I long for it and dread it. Every day I am now conscious of every day. I shall soon walk away from what I have joyfully and with great passion pursued for 40 years, never, yes it is even hard to write, never to return again. I will go on. Have already made plans, travel, mowing, maybe preaching, and teaching. But these are abstractions at best. I am now living out the counting of my days, 306 left and that is not an abstract number nor is 7344 hours or 440640 minutes, or 26438400 seconds…back down the rabbit hole.
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