Old Things Have Passed Away

     My daughters were so surprized when they heard that I was blogging.  "When, how, who, no way, who helped, your kidding, do you even know what blogging is?" were just a few of their shocked responses as their somewhat technically challenged 51 year old mother, that would be me, used up to date language with the application.  Ironically, it was my 65 year old sister who turned me on to the use of blogging as she starting writing about our family history and encouraged us to join in the memories, combining the times past with todays method of sharing and communicating, in other words - blogging.   Yes my dear darlings, I might have trouble locating which folder I saved a file in, using the menu on my cell phone, and quickly navigating new aps on the web, but I am indeed blogging.
    It is an enjoyable activity, reading others and commenting or adding your own musings.  It can be difficult to find time, I mean by the time you check your email, facebook, text messages and blackberry who has time left to think of something to blog about?  However, I do think it a good discipline to stop and smell the roses and read the blogs.  It's better than reading the obituaries.  Speaking of obituaries, the world did not end yesterday, as predicted.  How silly to think that you could predict the end when the Bible clearly states that no man knows the hour or the day.  This is the kind of thing that gives Christianity a bad name and makes it the laughing stock of the world.  Although I must say when our associate Pastor put up a picture on the screen of nothing left of our Lead Pastor but a shirt, pair of pants, socks and shoes I had to laugh histerically.  The thing is that it doesn't matter when the world ends, what matters is where your at and where your going.  For some, today was their last day.  Some knew it was coming and some didn't.  I am sure when everyone went to work on 9-11 they never expected it to be their last day, or the kids at Columbine, or someone killed in a car accident or struck by lightning.  My husband and I chuckled when we heard the news reporting that someone had predicted the end for all "unsaved" and asked each other what we would do if we were knowingly down to the last 24 hours of our time on earth.  Of course my husband being such a manly man, said Make Love, and for my sake added and eat bon bons.  The majority obviously did not take the prediction very seriously and continued living in much the same way they did without the announcment.  We semantically teased our daughters and told them to get right with God before 6 p.m.  Now that all is said and done, kidding aside, what if... what if you knew when your time was up.  Would you change anything?  Theres an old colloquial saying "What are you living for?"  or  "What would you die for?"  is a question worth pondering.  I'm thinking of one of my friends who would answer that she would die for chocolate.  Are we making a difference with our lives?  Do we live to have the newest gadget, fasted car, nicest home?  Why do we do what we do? Do we have any convictions?  Are we chasing the wind.  Scripture tells us old things have passed away, behold all things are new.  How about you?