A Letter to My Friends
Friends, the time is short.
None of us knows which day will be our last. I am more aware of this now than ever.
In my younger years, I was concerned with how I might be perceived, or whom I might offend. But I'm old now, and I find that I no longer have much concern about either of those things. And here's the thing: At the end of our lives, whom do you suppose we should be concerned with? About who's opinion of ourselves do you suppose we should concern ourselves? Is it not God's?