I live a short distance from Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. My husband and I flew through Reagan in mid-January. Two weeks later, on January 29, 2025, a United States Army Black Hawk helicopter collided with an American Airlines jet–the latter was just minutes away from landing. The collision sent 67 souls into the icy waters of the Potomac River. No one survived. This horrific accident, so close to my home, reminded me of what is always true: Death can come at any time.
My prayer today then is to have an attitude like that of Calvin’s – a disposition that fears a wasted life over death. I want to do well for the Lord – an alert and useful servant who keeps a lamp burning and whose Master finds her dressed in the hour of His need (Luke 12:35-40). My prayer is that my heart would not be captured by dissipation, distractions, and the cares of life but would be consumed by a love for Christ (Luke 21:34). How ever many years there might be for me, I want to live each one jealously for His glory.
