As we prepare to tear another page from our calendars, indeed to replace it with another one, as we draw near to the end of another year -- a year that seems only to have begun a few short weeks ago -- we are reminded of that event of which our text speaks. I refer to that departure from this world into that which is to come. Time is like a river. Isaac Watts stated it well: "Time, like an ever rolling stream, bears all its sons away; they fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day." It appears that the Lord would have man mark the passing of time since He instituted hours, days, weeks, months and years -- one for the few universally adopted systems of measurement. The truths I wish to set before you lie on the very surface of this text.