For the Christian, death is but an empty hand grenade, a defused bomb, and a vacant threat. It is under our feet through faith in Jesus. It is but a dark door with a golden handle that opens to the pure and brilliant light of eternal joy. How tragic that the world doesn't know what we have found in Christ. We must tell them, but if the Lord tarries, we will find that old age will hinder us from doing exploits for God that are a breeze to the young. May He use our eyes to see the harvest while we can still see. May He use our ears to hear the cries of the lost while we can still hear. May He use our mouths to speak while we can still speak, our hands to reach out to the unsaved, and our feet to carry to them the Gospel of peace. There goes another minute. Gone forever. Go share your faith while you still have time.