Over lunchtime today, I attended the funeral of a friend and neighbour’s grandmother who’d passed away at the age of 95.
I was born, grew up and still live in a small village in the outer suburbs of Manchester.
She had been the secretary in the primary school I attended which, along with the village church the service was held at, played a huge role in the atmosphere of our local community.
Sitting in that old church that dates over 300 years the sermon was based on â€Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. “There is a time for everything”.
The Rector reflected on her life and the millions of minutes she spent, from a busy life in the school and church interacting with so many people.
It was a reminder that in life, we have a finite amount of time and using it wisely is so critical.
Make it count.
