Pulse. The most basic way to detect life in a person - as well as to evaluate his/her health condition. Chinese traditional physicians can even tell whether a woman is pregnant or not by palpating her pulse! I wish I knew how.
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The pulse avails some form of certainty in the reality of constant change. And yet, it also testifies to the purposeful passing of time when everything seems to be at a disconcerting standstill. When I am very depressed about life, I often feel my own pulse to remind myself that God has sustained me and will yet sustain me. He is sovereign.
And so, the pulse ultimately points me beyond myself - to think about my Creator: He who made my heart beat since the Womb Ages; He who set me apart to fit uniquely (and mysteriously) into the tapestry of His Great Plan for mankind from the beginning of His time.
This heart beats for a perfect purpose.
My pulse is therefore an invitation (for me, at least) to ponder on my identity (as a G-M Moo)... and furthermore, my identity in Christ, in whom I have believed.
Because He lives, I can face that great Tomorrow of eternity with joy... whenever this pulse ends.
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