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Only One Life



This picture is such a random photo that I snapped of my friend Aubrey while we were at Starbucks four days ago.  What you don't see in the far left corner of the cafe, is that Ty and Terri Schenzel were sitting with another person, deep in conversation.  When we walked into the cafe I motioned with my neck and said, "Hey Aubrey, there are the Schenzels."  We didn't say much not thinking they would know us, but we definitely knew who they were.

Yesterday a car crash took them home to be with Jesus.  I can't say I knew them beyond the pulpit as the funny preacher and fun-loving couple, but their legacy lives on in tons of lives that were touched for the glory of God.

So, I suppose I am writing this less as a memoir of these two and more as a reflection of death and dying as a Christian.  One person just commented on Ty's peace about "new adventures" to come and having felt like his work was completed.  I am shocked.  But yet, I sense the Holy Spirit telling me not to be.  

Our purpose here on earth is to live for the work of God.  We live for His glory alone, and after the work is done we are on to the new adventure.  As the Scriptures say, "For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do."  (Ephesians 2:10)  


Perhaps the biggest impact Ty and Terri have had on my life was that one glance I had of them at Starbucks on Monday.  They obviously had finished well, and I am more determined now than ever to complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me.


"Only one life, ’twill soon be past, 
Only what’s done for Christ will last."
--C.T. Studd


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