Wouldn't days be lived differently, more fully with Him if we only realize that there won't be another day like today for his mercy is anew?

I recall the moments my old roommate and friend would discuss about the questions they wrestle with. And I sat there one time listening to them talk about how they don't understand evil in this world and there I was struck that I haven't even thought about this to their degree of zeal and passion. I was convicted about how little I cared about reconciliation in this life time. I became silent. My heart churned. I wrestled with God in my heart.