My eyes kept swing­ing back to the empty space, a silent re­minder of the one who un­til re­cently, had oc­cu­pied it faith­fully for many years past. An in­vis­i­ble force that words seem im­pos­si­ble to ad­e­quately de­scribe, con­sis­tently drew my eyes to­wards that space, ex­pect­ing any mo­ment now to see once more, the gre­gar­i­ous and ef­fer­ves­cent pres­ence of my old pal as he sat in the pew, one mo­ment deadly at­ten­tive to the sa­cred words from the al­tar and the other, eyes full of mis­chief as he teased from across the aisle, let­ting me know he was very much a part of my life in more ways than one.

Yet for all that deep emo­tional pulling of the soul, that seat re­mained empty, any mo­ment to be filled by an­other, a clear re­minder that ones life cy­cle on earth must come to an end. In what is of­ten a twin­kle of an eye, in the time it takes to voice a thought, a man can one mo­ment be full of life, with no in­cli­na­tion that the next step taken could be the last and just like that he is gone, no longer a phys­i­cal pres­ence in this earth he so com­pletely dom­i­nated but now on a sep­a­rate jour­ney in the here­after, his fo­cus an ac­count to be ren­dered of his brief spell while away from ce­les­tial glory.

The God of All Cre­ation made man a liv­ing spirit, eter­nal like He is and filled with His na­ture. As am­bas­sadors, He sent us in earthen ves­sels that are nei­ther eter­nal nor of His na­ture to dom­i­nate and carry out var­i­ous as­sign­ments for a sea­son on earth. Some dis­cover their call­ing in life and carry it out im­pres­sively, im­pact­ing scores of lives along the way and leav­ing their marks in the hearts of other men while oth­ers wan­der through life lost and in­ca­pac­i­tated. As my soul set­tled to the re­al­iza­tion that his frame will never again fill that seat, I ac­cepted that death can never be the is­sue as all must die, but what we do with the life we have gifted us while we so­journed briefly on earth is what will and for­ever make a dif­fer­ence. What will you be re­mem­bered for when death comes for you? May God help us num­ber our days. For your com­ments, con­tri­bu­tions, con­nect with me here: @TonyeCole1 on Twit­ter.

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