I raised a couple of eyebrows when I told some folks I was doing a wedding vow renewal ceremony on a Tuesday morning. Those eyebrows practically levitated when I told them where.

In 25 minutes, I will be conducting this celebration of a 25th anniversary at the Clovis Cemetery.

No. The marriage isn't over. I am not confused. This is not an amicable and morbid dissolution blessing.

I am not sure why we are going to be there, but I might postulate:

• It is a lovely place.
• Family is buried there who contributed to these lives and will always be part of them.
• It isn't too busy, crowded, or costly.

Perhaps there is a deeper meaning.

Twenty five years ago, they said, "Til death do us part."

And they still mean it.

We will all end up there (at least our bodies). It never hurts to be reminded.

Thus, the countdown … and I am on it. I now have 20 minutes.

I have no idea how much time I have to get the rest of my work (and loving) done. Only God knows. I just know two things this morning … maybe three.

1. It isn't indefinite. I will some day die.
2. The less time I spend thinking about and writing these things, the more comments I receive.
3. It probably would not hurt anything if I showed up early for the ceremony.

No bad jokes about how I am just dying to get there.

"Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in
wisdom." – Psalm 90:12 (New Living Translation (c) 2007)