I saw my first hearse in Brazil today.  It was driving slowly past me as I was finishing my afternoon run.  I started thinking about how slowly hearses drive and how ironic it is.  After all, it seems like life is such a race sometimes, so why slow down on the way to the cemetery?  I guess one isn’t typically chastised for being late to his burial.

Somehow seeing the hearse made me think about life and death.  I’m sure this thought isn’t original to me, but I don’t remember whom to credit with having said it.  It goes along these lines: If what you're living for isn’t worth dying for, then it isn’t worth living for, either.  In other words, if what you’re staking your life against and giving your time to doesn’t matter after you die, then you shouldn't waste your time with it while you’re alive.

That’s a good thing to think about.  So often I find myself spending time on things that have little eternal significance.  What a waste!  I’m thankful for the hearse today; it was a good reminder for how I need to be spending my days.