The length of our days is seventy years—or eighty if we are strong—. Psalm 90:10 (BSB).
I turned 68 today. Two to twelve years left according to the limits set on humankind. Sure, there are a few centenarians around, but I assume the Bible is speaking about averages.
I am grateful for the 68 years. A walk round the Glasgow Necropolis puts life in perspective when I see children entombed and cut short by cholera and other debilitating illnesses that silently scourged the population in the Victorian era.
I also think of the chances of having life at all. In the large genetic lottery, the chances of me being born is greater than winning any lottery. Firstly, my parents had to meet, fall in love, and procreate. Out of the millions of sperm cells, one had to fertilise the egg, combine the genetic information, and allow it all to grow and produce a baby two months later. The chances of all that occurring is like bouncing up and down blindfolded on a bouncy castle with a ton of sand and choosing the correct grain of sand. A miracle indeed.
I am grateful for the countries ice explored, the people I have met, the genuine friends I have made and the skills I have developed.
I love nature, hillwalking, meeting people, enjoying nice meals in good company and simple things like standing by an ocean or watching the stars. Life is good and I am grateful.
Some time ago, I was visiting the Jewish quarters in a European country. I went to enter the ancient graveyard, but the rabbi came out and apologised and said it was ‘closed for the evening,’ but went on to say, ‘They will be coming out soon.’
I mentioned Ecclesiastes 9:5 and quoted it to him,
‘For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing. ‘(BSB).
I then went on to tell him a story. I will tell you the story tomorrow.
The length of our days is seventy years—or eighty if we are strong
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The length of our days is seventy years—or eighty if we are strong—. Psalm 90:10 (BSB).
I turned 68 today. Two to twelve years left according to the limits set on humankind. Sure, there are a few centenarians around, but I assume the Bible is speaking about averages.
I am grateful for the 68 years. A walk round the Glasgow Necropolis puts life in perspective when I see children entombed and cut short by cholera and other debilitating illnesses that silently scourged the population in the Victorian era.
I also think of the chances of having life at all. In the large genetic lottery, the chances of me being born is greater than winning any lottery. Firstly, my parents had to meet, fall in love, and procreate. Out of the millions of sperm cells, one had to fertilise the egg, combine the genetic information, and allow it all to grow and produce a baby two months later. The chances of all that occurring is like bouncing up and down blindfolded on a bouncy castle with a ton of sand and choosing the correct grain of sand. A miracle indeed.
I am grateful for the countries ice explored, the people I have met, the genuine friends I have made and the skills I have developed.
I love nature, hillwalking, meeting people, enjoying nice meals in good company and simple things like standing by an ocean or watching the stars. Life is good and I am grateful.
Some time ago, I was visiting the Jewish quarters in a European country. I went to enter the ancient graveyard, but the rabbi came out and apologised and said it was ‘closed for the evening,’ but went on to say, ‘They will be coming out soon.’
I mentioned Ecclesiastes 9:5 and quoted it to him,
‘For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing. ‘(BSB).
I then went on to tell him a story. I will tell you the story tomorrow.