My friend Sally has been sharing the gospel story with her sister.  And she has carefully gone through the sequence that brings a person to Christ.  Since they live many miles and states apart, Sally got her sister a copy of The Living Bible, because that Bible is so easy to read, and has spent the last month or two reading the Bible long distance with her sister and explaining scripture to her.

Last week, Sally told me that her sister had become a Christian.  Which is truly a blessing because Sally's sister died yesterday and has gone to be with the Lord.  It is never too late to come to a realization of our need for Jesus.

My grandson's fiancé has a close family member who got sick last week (he is 29 years old) and when his wife got him to the hospital, he died almost immediately.  Bacterial meningitis.  He had a new son--a son who no longer has a father.  A tragedy.

Life is uncertain.  But each of us will come to an end.  Some will live to a ripe old age like me, and some will live only a short time like my daughter Amy.  There is no way to predict how many days you have.  Only God knows that.

And because our lives are so fragile, we need to take heed of the meaning of life.  Of why we are here.  We need to acknowledge the God who made us and get right with Him.  There is a God.  And everyone of us will stand before Him and give an account of what we have done with our lives.

We waste so much time on things that don't count in the long run.  Trivial things.  Get busy helping people, making friends and sharing what God has done in your life.  Sometimes people don't get a second chance.  They need to hear this fantastic story about how much God loves us.  What he has done for us.  And how to connect with him.

God became a man.  Jesus.  To show us what He is like.  To be a substitute sacrificial lamb for our sins.  I don't think I will ever understand why He would do that.