As a Christian, I live with one foot in eternity and one foot in the present (Ephesians 2:6, etc.). My position is secure(d). Not only that, I have an eye on the horizon because that day is coming when the trumpet will sound (Revelation 22). Though my feet tread through thorns and thistles, I know the day is coming when roses will no longer have thorns (maybe, maybe not, just bear with me here).
But let me be clear here. When I say that I have one foot in eternity and one foot in the present, that doesn’t mean that I’ve somehow checked out of this life or that this life doesn’t matter or that it’s somehow unimportant. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.
I find this life flashing with glimpses of eternity. I’m constantly reminded that this world has worth. God said that it was very good (Genesis 1:31) and God tells me that I should be content (Philippians 4:11, Hebrews 13:5, etc.) in all things. Not just content, but thankful (Colossians 3:15). Every good gift comes from God (James 1:17) and I am continually and repeatedly reminded of not only how un-thank/grate-ful I am. I float through life as if I deserve. I deserve “more.” I deserve “better.” But in reality, every breath is a gift.
As a Christian, I believe that life is full of blessings that I either am unaware of or ignore. But life should be marked by gratitude. This should mark every moment with passion. Life should be marked by joy. Things will often not go the way I want. I will not always have a “win.” Life will often hurt. I will sometimes feel “afflicted in every way, (but not crushed) perplexed (but not driven to despair) (2 Corinthians 4:8).
Another way I’ve come to think about I almost hesitate in sharing because I myself find it kind of cheesy. Not like cheesy tasty puffs but chick-flick cheesy. What if we learned to live every moment like it were our last? Now, before you roll your eyes and say that I’ve gone all fluffy, think about it. What if not only eternity (as if that’s not enough) but death loomed at our doors (which it does)? What if you couldn’t count on another day? What if tomorrow didn’t come? What if you didn’t know when death would finally knock? Would you/I/we live any differently?
Would you enjoy that summer peach any more? Would you stop and soak in the sunset any longer? Would you sing along with the stereo in the car a bit louder? Would you try to resolve that argument or dig in a little deeper? Would you pray a little longer? Would you save a little more money? Would you hug someone a bit longer? Would you do the dishes any differently? Would you pull a little more joy out of that moment?
What if this moment was your last? Would you live any differently? What if eternity invaded the present with value worth celebrating?