I am just going to respond to this from my personal point of view. I have faced my own mortality a few times in my life, and I am still here. The Lord isn’t done with me yet. As I write this, we will be going to a memorial service tonight for the father of a friend of our son and daughter-in-law. Frank was just diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in late March, and now we are attending his memorial less than two months later. No one knows the hour—for the world, or for ourselves—except God.

When I was still sighted, as I drove home from work one day down a hill behind our home, I passed a scene that has stuck in my mind all these years. I was the only car on the road, and passed a police officer just placing a blanket over the body of a motorcyclist. Apparently he had spun out of control on this road, and I’m sure that he never dreamed that he would be meeting his Maker at the bottom of that hill. As I drove past, I sent up a little prayer hoping that he had known that the Lord loved him. I don’t say this to be morbid, but just to be realistic.

I have already written about having a “near death” experience when I was 20, and that my dad died of a sudden massive heart attack after we just finished a nice family dinner. To worry about “doomsday” is, in my opinion, a waste of time. Each day the Lord gives us is a gift, and an opportunity to live it the best we can. I don’t know when the Lord will return—maybe soon, but only God knows.