I was in the City side of London for meetings today. I had some time to spare between meetings, so called in on the London Museum. As you might expect, it's all about London through the ages. I left in awe and somewhat sobered.
Awe: That thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, have walked the streets of London before me. Traded, worked, loved and lived here. Died here. Awe over such an amazing city. Aware of my smallness. My small part in this history. Moments in this office or that. Jobs here and there. A few years living in South London. Moments in history. I met the early settlers today. The Romans, invaders, Medieval Londoners... the vastness of history.
Sobriety: As you go out of the museum, there is a book of remembrance for the 52 people killed in the atrocities of 7/7. Right at the front of the book is James Adams. Pictures, letters from friends. Words of remembrance from those who knew him. He lived in Peterborough, where I live. I knew many of the names of his friends. Some of them are my friends too. I never met James, but his Christian faith stands out through the pages of remembrance. He lived life as an adventure. He loved his Lord. Blown away in a second. But what a sound to greet him as the words 'well done good and faithful servant' ring through eternity.
Awe and sobriety. O my God, may I live every moment of my life as an adventure. Small in the picture of history, but significant in the book of life.
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