I spent most of my growing up years in and around Fort Smith, Arkansas, graduating from High School there in 1950. We were a large class of more than 300. Only Little Rock Central was bigger. Through the work and dedication of some classmates the class of 50' is getting together next week-end in Fort Smith. Our plans are to be there.
We will have a formal banquet Saturday evening. I have been asked to lead the prayer of remembrance for classmates no longer here. There are more than a hundred. Others, they simply do not know about. I read through that list last night and looked at each annual picture. I did remember most of them. Some were very special friends of those brief high school years. I thought of the prayer Moses offered many centuries ago. He prayed, " The length of our days is seventy years - or eighty if we have the strength; yet their span is but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away......teach us to number our days aright that we may gain a heart of wisdom." (Psalm 90:10-12)
How do we number our days aright and gain a heart of wisdom? Each can answer that in his own way. For me it means making as many of those days as possible count for something purposeful and lasting. That cannot happen without God being in it and His purpose being followed in what we do and are. Having a heart of wisdom? I have fallen far short of that, regretfully. My life is cluttered with actions that lacked wisdom and judgment. I can see that, looking back. Moses set a high standard for us. God does as well.
