Mrs. Freeman was our neighbor for a short time while I was growing up. She was a widow, about 80 years old, who lived alone. Mama said she was lonely, so I occasionally visited her. Sometimes Jenny, her granddaughter, would come to spend a few days at her house.
Jenny was 10—two years older than I was—but since there weren’t other children around, we played together.
One day she showed me a shelf in her grandmother’s room. It was covered with jewelry, perfume, and trinkets. “When grandmother dies,” she said, “this will all be mine.” She didn’t say it in a greedy or uncaring way; she just stated it as a matter of fact like children do.
Even after twenty five years I remember Jenny’s remark well. At the time it didn’t mean much to me, but a short time later it had great significance. Mama told me that Jenny died. The flu was going around in our school. My sister and I recovered from it, but Jenny had a reaction to her medicine. I remember, even at that young age, seeing the sad irony in her death. We had both assumed that she would outlive her grandmother.
James teaches us the truth that God taught me through the death of my friend:
“Come now, you who say, ‘Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit.’ Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. Instead, you ought to say, ‘If the Lord wills, we will live and also do this or that’” (James 4:13-15).
Mama told me that it was the Lord’s will for Jenny to die. Though we couldn’t understand it, He had a good and perfect plan. That thought comforted me at her funeral, which was the first I ever attended. And again at her grandmother’s funeral a few months later it was a comfort. And so it has been from then on.
But I also learned that our lives are short and uncertain. We don’t know what a day may bring. Let us live with a sense of urgency. Today may be our last day to show love, or charity, or mercy.