With everything going on in the world and now being just two weeks from flying to a massive gathering of Catholic youth, I'm in a "prepare for the worst" sort of mood.
As a group leader, I need to prepare contingencies for everything from lost luggage to a massive event of violence or illness. It is not something I enjoy, but I know it is worth while.
In the midst of talking about travel warnings, CDC warnings about measles in Europe, and the inevitable jokes about my clumsiness, I have to say a few things.
Whether I go to meet my maker in 75 years, a couple of weeks, or driving home from work tonight, I am okay with that. I can honestly say I believe I have lived each day as well as I possibly could. I have no regrets. Yes, there are things I hope and plan to do. But my golden years are neither in my past nor my future. Today, just like each today that came before, is a good day.
If I can try to have that same sense of joy and fulfilment each day, then whether I leave this earth in some catastrophe or in the quiet sigh of old age, it will not be a tragedy. It will be grace.
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