August 28, 2025 - Good Morning! It’s Thursday, August 28.
Ten years ago this week, I rode on a train to New York City. That’s a long, two-day trip, but I’ve always loved traveling by train. I went there to visit my youngest daughter, Caroline. She had moved to the Big Apple a few years before, as a 20-year-old, to pursue a career in modeling. Caroline had grown up mainly in the big cities of Dallas and Houston, but NYC is a BIG city, and her mother and I worried about her more than a little. But she’s still there, has done well there, has made a good life there. I’m a proud father.
On the last night of my visit I took her to the Broadway show “Les Miserables”. Great show, and we had a great time. The next morning, I sat in Grand Central Station waiting to board my train back to Texas. As I waited, I read a copy of The New York Times, and suddenly saw a disturbing story. A young man, about my daughter’s age, had been killed in an accident late the night before. As I read further I discovered that he was a member of the cast of “Les Miz”. Just 10 hours before, we had seen him performing on the stage. He had been full of life and youth and talent and promise. He was living his dream of being on Broadway, and was full of dreams for a bright future.
And, just like that, it was over.
I sat there, surrounded by multitudes of big city travelers, moving through their busy lives, and was struck by the uncertainty of life, how fragile and fleeting it truly is. And the words from James 4:14 came back to my mind - “Your life is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away”. A few verses later, James tells us that, if we know the good that we should do, then we should do it now . . . while there is time.
Meet you back here tomorrow,
David
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