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The old, the weak, the decrepit, the bedridden

How prone we are presumptuously to calculate on the 
continuance of life! "My pulse is vigorous. My eye is 
undimmed. My natural strength is unabated. The race 
is to the swift—I am one of them. The battle is to the 
strong—I am one of them. The old, the weak, the 
decrepit, the bedridden, will and must before long 
be swept down like the seared leaves of autumn. But 
I am as a green fir tree. The spring's verdure is only 
now clothing me. The summer's zephyrs have yet to 
fan me. The autumn skies have yet to canopy me. The 
axe may be laid to the root of others, but I shall bring 
forth fruit in old age—I shall be fat and flourishing. The 
morrow shall be as today, and much more abundant!"

Now listen, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go 
to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business 
and make money." Why, you do not even know what will 
happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that 
appears for a little while and then vanishes!  James 4:13-14