Hi from Haiti,

Today I was putting together a plan for our ministry and family when the time comes that God takes me home, to Glory. I'm sure it doesn't sound like a fun thing to do, but it is very important not to leave things in confusion.

After making the plan, I began to think about death. I thought about what people say when someone dies:

"Wow, such a normal day, he got up, had some toast, read the paper, took Fido for a walk then mowed the yard. Then he had a tuna sandwhich, took a nap and read some. He then went to the store on the corner for some bread and milk, got some gas and came home. We then had supper, watched some tv and then..............he was gone."

A normal day and we are always curious of these types of details.

I was thinking, what if this was said: "He got up, had his devotions, prayed for about 30 minutes and had breakfast. He dropped some food off for a needy family, mowed the lawn of widow Elsie, and later took brother Alfred to his eye appointment. He met with his friend Russ and shared the Gospel with him, and they had a good talk. He read his Bible for awhile, played hoops with the neighborhood kids, helped me make supper and we had devotions at the table with the kids. Later, he played monopoly, helped pick up around the house, and went to bed, and never woke up." My point is this, each day is a gift, each hour is a time we never get back. My dad used to say "everything done for us will pass, only what is done for Christ will last." What are you and I doing each day, each hour, for Christ that will last for eternity? How precious do we treat each hour?

Are we doing for others, are we sharing our faith, are we spending time with our family instead of our laptop, are we being Jesus to those around us? Are we the hands and feet of Jesus?

I can do better, I will do better. See, I don't know when my last day is but when that day comes, I sure hope my last days account will please my Lord. tominhaiti