Funny how one or two (seemingly) random things—reading a quote from Chaucer (no less) at the same time a lyric from Five for Fighting is playing—can suddenly jar and drive your thinking in an unexpected direction: “The life so short, the craft so long to learn.” “I’m forty five for a moment. The sea is high and I’m heading into a crisis, chasing the years of my life.”

Without warning, rushing down a path I didn’t see, and then a flood of remembrance: James asking, “What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes?” (James 4:14). Paul exhorting, “Be very careful how you live—not as unwise but as wise, taking advantage of every opportunity, because the days are evil” (Ephesians 5:15–16). Jonathan Edwards resolving “… never to lose one moment of time; but to improve it the most profitable way I possibly can … to live with all my might, while I do live …,” to “live so, as I shall wish I had done when I come to die.”


It’s time, I suspect, to cut away what’s unnecessary, trim some of the fat, and focus in on some few and great things in the time left between today and home at last.

That’s where Chaucer and Five for Fighting took me this evening, right out on my porch.