I remember as a young person how hard I'd grip the back of the seat in front of me during alter call. How I'd fight back the tears and glance around the room trying to not listen to the words of the song being played. I'd tell myself, "I'm young and I've got plenty of time to get right with Jesus." I am thankful for the tomorrow he gave me. One tomorrow finally became today and I asked him to be with me forever.

Looking back at how I hesitated makes me more grateful for his mercy. I knew that I wasn't promised a tomorrow and that life is a vapor, here one minute and gone the next. I lay in bed thinking about this and the thought came to me, I was playing Russian roulette. The bullet of death was in the chamber, each time the cylinder was spun, I either came closer to death or was given an unmerited bit of mercy, a game that sooner or later would end up the same. Death is one thing you can't run from and eternity is likewise. Age doesn't matter, many die young as do many die old, but we all die in the end.

This earth has so little to offer that is worth losing your soul for. Nothing here can leave this world when you do. Nothing but the choice you make now. This one choice will follow you forever. Think hard and long about this choice, it will be your final one at the end of life's road!

Just me.