A milestone for some

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Long ago when people travelled along a highway there were no signposts or markers along the way. Unless they used a particular route often they would have no idea how long it would be to journey’s end. Eventually signs were posted, either carved onto a rock or made of wood. Those carved into a rock might show the distance in miles left to a town or city. They were called milestones for that reason. Life’s journey is like that, there are ‘milestones’ along life’s path too. Many people celebrate the passing of another year in their lives, the anniversary of their birth day now called birthday. Not everyone celebrates their birthday but in modern times it has become an excuse (if there was one) to indulge in revelry and the drinking of alcohol. Today actually marks my own seventieth birthday and I suppose it counts as a milestone along life’s highway though I don’t celebrate it. Once upon a time I did but over the last few years that novelty has worn off or rather has been ignored as something pointless by myself. It is a man-made celebration only begun in relatively recent times as are many of the other so-called celebrations that many observe. If the truth be known my birthday is no different from any other day in my life and it simply reminds me that I am another day older and closer to death. When I was young life’s road lay ahead and as I ventured along it I experienced new things not even considering what lay at the end of it. As I grew older and dare I say wiser, I began to wonder and I pondered these things. I always thought that at the end of my life there was nothing to follow, I didn’t believe in a Creator God or an afterlife. It wasn’t until I was about forty-three years of age that I began to think differently and I found myself on a new road with promises of something at the end of it. I had become a Christian, a believer in God and an everlasting life in Jesus Christ. My life up to that point was meaningless, I passed milestone after milestone and was going nowhere. My life since has purpose and meaning and I now realise that all that went before was a chasing after the wind, a merry-go-round on a useless road to damnation. It doesn’t matter to me if I die today or tomorrow or in ten years time. What matters is that I am promised something far better and something that will last forever. Time will have no meaning at all for there won’t be any. In this life we measure the passage of time by all sorts of ways and none of them are really important, not even the milestones we create for ourselves, not even my birthday. During my working day I sometimes get the opportunity to be a witness for God, for Jesus and I fulfill my duty in telling others about God’s wonderful gift of life, the Gospel or good news about the reconciliation we all can have with our Creator God though His Son Jesus Christ. Some listen and some do not. Some might consider these things and others will not. Scripture tells us this. There may not be many more milestones to come in your life so why not take stock before you reach the last one?

Shirley Anne

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