“So teach us to number our days, that we may bring to You a heart
of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12
The spirit of our day and age pretends that death does not
exist. It shocks us. It’s so rude. We plaster pictures of the young, the
immortal, all around us. Creams, lotions, pills, and syringes full of Botox
promise beauty and youth forever. We pack our old and sick into warehouses and
care facilities, out of sight, and out of mind. There is no place for the
befallen. No quarter for the dying. No airtime for the most natural and sure
human experience there is: breathing our last and passing away.
The Lord will sometimes bless us with sight of the end of
our lives. Anyone who believed they were about to die, experienced something
profound. Some never recover from it; unable to live when they realize they are
going to die.
As a young man, I was confronted by this reality. I had
graduated from college, and I had joined the Army. It was 2005. America was
actively engaged in two theaters of war—Iraq and Afghanistan. After training, I
was sent to a unit, and we geared up for deployment. And then, we went to Iraq.
I was fortunate enough to be in a Field Artillery unit,
which had been tasked with controlling 100 square kilometers of battle space.
It meant that as a young officer, I was leading a platoon on all kinds of
missions outside the relative safety of the Forward Operating Base (FOB). We
were out in the thick of it, engaging in combat operations.
There were more days than I can count, where I woke up, and
I knew. I knew, in the pit of my gut, that my life would be required of me that
day. I knew there was a jagged piece of steel with my name written on it, and
it would be tearing through my body with explosive force. I knew, with absolute
certainty, that my number was up, my life was over, and that day would be my
last. I had lots of days like that.
It was hard to come to grips with. I lost lots of sleep. I
immersed myself in prayer and petition. I wanted to live, but, I was ready to
die. I had made peace with my Maker. I asked that God would help me to be
brave, for my life to be worth the spending, and I dutifully carried out my
orders without hiding behind my rank or position.
But, I did not die. Eventually, I came back home, and I got
out of the Army. It was a hard transition. How do you leave that environment,
and get back into frivolous life? There have been more men than should be, who
came back with me, and could not make the transition. Some of my fellow
veterans are killing themselves in this world we moved back to: this land where
death is unthinkable, and meaning is hard to find.
Moses, that Biblical figure, is the voice of Psalm 90. He
speaks this incredible line, “Teach us to number our days, that we may bring to
You a heart of wisdom.” I’ve been pondering that line. There is a wealth of
wisdom that comes from knowing, for certain, that our time on this Earth is not
unlimited. We only have so many days to spend, and we don’t know when our lives
will be over and done.
Since getting out of the Army, and making the transition
back to this foreign home, I poured myself into doing God’s work. I joined the
pastorate, and have dedicated my life to God’s cause: the Gospel. Now, I’m the
one called when a person is in the hospital, or when a loved one has died. I
have the honor, and the responsibility, to hold hands with the flock as they
pass through the valley of the shadow of death. Those times are filled with
holy silence and tears: reverence for the mystery of death and life.
I can say for certain, there are only two reactions to being
reminded of our finite lives. On the one hand, people go crazy. They can’t
handle the terrible reality. They don’t want it, they don’t like it, and it is
out of their control. They react in anger, in fear, in hatred, or they react in
unmitigated grief, sorrow, or self-destruction. The cancer, the car accident,
or the gunshot; is a cold slap to the soul’s face. One will either get drunk with
the numbering of days, or get sober.
This is the other way; the way of life. When seeing life is
short, people can also be inspired to greatness. Not the greatness of achievement
and promotion, but the greatness of love and thankfulness. All of a sudden, one
will be filled with the wonder of human friendship, the goodness of those
cherished relationships, and the importance of truth. The frivolity of pretended
youth, of monetary wealth, social standing, and political propaganda become
loathsome to the soul. Selflessness, joy and genuine cheer, and recalling
wonderful memories become important. Most often, people who have numbered their
days speak out all of the unspoken I-love-yous, and communicate how important
people are to them. Their lives become a fountain of unmitigated love. Love
without worry of social awkwardness.
Today is a good day. We are yet living. We still have today.
We should number our days, and so be a people full of wisdom. Let us live
today, looking for meaningful ways to be a true friend, and to communicate how
much we cherish the people we love.