This morning, Lucinda’s brother – who led the 2nd half of our Sunday School-Youth combined worship – had a slide where he talked about “What God wouldn’t ask you at the gates of Heaven”. Some of the examples he pointed out (and that I could remember) were rather interesting:
God won’t ask you what car you drove, He’ll ask you how many people have you transported?
God won’t ask you how many clothes you had, He’ll ask you how many people have you clothe?
The 2nd one especially called out to me. I’ve been thinking about it since I got home and when I was keeping my ironed clothes earlier, I looked at my closet and felt a little different about the clothes hanging in there. I felt that, I didn’t need all of them, which I suppose was a good thing. Yet, soon after, I thought of getting new ones. So I guess, the initially good-intention thought was partly fueled by some personal motivation.
But nonetheless, it was something, some food for thought.
“Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.” – Jonathan Safran Foer (twentythree :)
Sums up how I feel about my procrastination quite well. 8 days to IOC. 0 extracts/poems revised. I’m a champ. A champ at dooming myself.