I see people living as if they expect to live here forever, building, digging in, fortifyng themselves, perparing for many years, when, if the truth could be seen, a few short months are all that are left.

A story from an unnown source; a prosperous man was stricken by disease one day in his office.  He was placed in the hospital, where there appeared before him a vision of a stranger, a stranger seemingly from another world.  The stranger said, “I am Death, and I have come for you.”  “Oh,” cried the ill man, “I am not prepared to die.  I cannot die now!  Give me one more chance. I promise to prepare for you, and to be ready the next time you call.”  Strange to say, Death took him at his word and gave him another chance.  He improved and was soon back in his office and at his work.  Like hundreds before him, with the return of good health came the old habit of rejecting the Christ.  He failed to keep his promise.   A few weeks later he was again stricken with disease, and aain was placed in the ambulance and taken to the hospital, where he was the second time approached by the stranger.  “I am Death,” said the stranger, “and I have come for you.”  “But,” cried the patient, “I am not ready for you.  I cannot die now.  Give me one chance more.  I promise to be properly ready next time you come.”  But it was too late.  Death had come this time to take him.  Certainly Death is coming for us all.  For a season we can stay the grim hand, but for a season only.  All too soon he will come to call for us and will not be denied.

The next world is our forever home, choose carefully which it will be; the one with Jesus the Christ or the one without Him.