Yesterday the little girl who lives next door to us was killed. A taxi mounted the pavement and knocked her down.
This morning I found Amos, her father, standing on the pavement outside with tears running down his face. I cried with him. I assured him that his little girl was in heaven. But I can't be sure of that. Christians believe that the only way to get to heaven is by faith in Jesus Christ and His atoning death. I have lived next door to Amos for almost 19 years but I don't know if his daughter believed in Christ. Shame on me! I don't even know if he goes to church. How could I have been so uncaring for 19 years and just gone about my own business?
Yesterday we heard at school that one of our fellow teachers had been attacked and robbed in her house by panga and gun wielding assailants. She is lucky to be alive.
Last night I heard that one of our fellow Gideons had found her lift-club friend dead and hanging from a rope. She had committed suicide.
Stuff happens. All the time. Guaranteed. Isn't it time we lived with an eye on eternity and not just in our own little business in front of our nose?
