Today is the only one I have for my usage and tomorrow possibly. I will have another but today is the only one I have. Every day is like every opportunity. I accept it from Him in the morning and how I return it to him at evening is all in accordance with my love for Him.
I must go wherever He sends me polishing and brightening every soul I meet. I must leave it more glorious for Him than I found it.
Oh, how I love God. How can I say He is my God and I am His child if I do not glorify the day He has given me? I cannot even imagine such an ingrate. For those who love God, it would be virtually impossible.
I have oft been made to wonder how one thanks God for giving him one day of life. What can I do? What can I say? What words are going to adequately describe my feelings and be sufficient to even attempt to offer something toward the worthiness of the value of a day?
How incapable man is to even come near reaching the infinite value of a touch of appreciation deserved for just a moment of basking in its beauty, glory, and splendor. Wherever one might be on this verdant globe, every single day one might see is a glory to God and I have shared in its existence!
Where does someone find the heart, the feelings, the words to express appreciation for only this moment? Only the thrill of the soul that stops to enjoy such a gift can within that jubilation pleasingly thank God, for he has fulfilled the intent of its creation.
The joy of a child of God! Anything else is a worthless, meager, bereft attempt leaving the soul empty in the wonder of the purpose of its existence. What a waste of all creation for the one and what an eternal ecstasy for the other.
In no other way can the wisdom of the wise and the foolishness of the fool be more clearly seen! The moment when God’s purpose and man’s value meet and share the common joy of existence. They meet. They share. In that moment they are one. That is what all existence is all about. The oneness of God.
Malcolm Parsley, Korea