When firemen saw the man on the ledge of the twelfth floor, smoke was billowing out from the structure, blinding the terrified man, and forcing him to the very edge. Quickly, a fireman was lowered from above by a rope, and rescued him. The man said that it was a miracle that he was saved. He said that he was blinded by smoke, but heard the voice of his rescuer, and from there, clung to him for dear life. We once stood on ledge of futility. We stood blind, fearful, helpless, and hopeless . . . until we heard the voice of the Savior. He reached down from the heavens with His holy hand and snatched us from death's dark door. But there are still others on the ledge going through the terror we once experienced. We cannot rest until we direct them into the hands of Jesus. There goes another minute. Gone forever. Go share your faith while you still have time.