So what?

What does it look like to live in this second or third or sixteen chance at life?

I think it looks pretty unspectacular, actually.

I think it looks like loving one another.

I have a friend who really really likes coffee. He has learned to make lattes.

He doesn’t like lattes, those drinks where you start with coffee in a cup and then pour milk slowly and carefully to get remarkable patterns. He learned to make them because his wife likes them. So now, when she has her morning coffee, she’s aware that he cares about her.

In our house, I’m not nearly as fancy. But I do get the coffee ready each night so that we can turn the coffee maker in the morning. Nancy irons my work uniforms and figures out food and a thousand other things.

Often, when people talk about second chances, they say, “I just want to make sure they know I love them.” Or they say, “God kept me alive for some reason, I’m not sure what.”

I’m guessing that the two are probably about the same. And we can do that each day through simple, mundane, actions.

And not spending so much time frantically following the made-up crisis of the day.