Life is a strange word, and a strange thing, yet loved by most of us. Few people had rather die than live. Though life is strange death is even more so, thus most of us had rather cling to life than explore death.

Life has been described in various ways and has been the subject of many questions. What is that having we live, and having not we die? The minute we begin to live we begin to die; we just begin to learn how to live when we die! What is life? A perfectly healthy man walks down the street-someone puts a bullet through his head-he falls to the pavement. He still looks and weighs the same. His body still contains the same chemical elements. What is the difference between him now and before? He was animate before, he is inanimate now -- whv ? His life is gone, you answer. But, what is life?

Ingersol, the noted infidel, said in an immortal oration at his brother's funeral, "LIFE is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. Franklin, the great statesman, said, "Do not squander time for it is the stuff out of which LIFE is made."

Truly, life is time. Time to be tried, time to prepare for a better world--"For verily in this we groan longing to be clothed upon with our habitation which is from heaven . . . Now he that wrought us for this very thing is God (2 Cor. 5 :1-5). He who wastes his time wastes his life and will find at the judgment that he has wasted his soul!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR TIME - YOUR LIFE?

Truth Magazine II:10, p. 17
July 1958