OK -- that post yesterday was pretty gloomy!
I am not suggesting that good things don't happen at Vanderbilt too. Of course they do. But what sort of meaning do even those good things have ultimately? I have been to too many funerals of professors whose work has now been superseded.
Now is what matters. Pray for us now... And grace is what makes now matter. Full of grace. Now is the time...to love...anything or anyone that is before us: homework or a sad hallmate; a Friday night with friends or a call to my parents. Those are actually of eternal significance, if done for and with Love!