I came home from the hospital yesterday, where I’ll be living out the rest of my life in the reality that I’m only one heartbeat away from eternity. Although personally obligated to live so, by my recent cardiac arrest and diagnosed cardiovascular disease, isn’t this really how every Christian ought to live anyway? I guess the difference between me now and formerly is that I’ve always believed it, but now I know it. It is my present certainty of it over and above my past conviction of it that constrains me now to practice it; that is, to live every moment as though it were my last, for it may very well be!

While in the hospital, a dear friend brought me a book of his grandfather’s. The book was .........

This Easter week has been an eventful one for me. Tuesday I went into cardiac arrest and had to be resuscitated by an emergency medical team. I realized afterward, that I, like my Lord, had died and came back to life, though in my case it was a God-given resuscitation for which I am most grateful, not the glorious miracle upon which the Christian faith is grounded. At any rate, it gave Paul’s words in Philippians 3:10, “That I may know Him, and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being made conformable to His death,” a whole new meaning to me. 

This whirlwind story of mine actually began a week ago last Thursday, when I passed out under the wheel of my car and consequently ......