A traveler was once being shown over a beautiful estate in northern Italy. He was charmed with the beauty of the garden, and the perfect order in which it was kept. He was much surprised to learn that for twenty-five years the gardener had labored there, and during those years his master had visited the place only four times; and for the past twelve years he had not been there at all. Also, the steward who was responsible to give the master's orders lived at a distance and never came.
"One would think that you were expecting your master tomorrow," observed the visitor.
"No, today, sir, today," was the faithful servant's answer.
Are we living as though we were not expecting Him at all, or can we say the thought before our hearts is, "perhaps today"?