I’m waxing poetic this evening so I want to post this thought:
I know the truth. And I know that this life is but a flash at the start of eternity. Therefore I have one task: I must tell the truth, the only truth of consequence. I must shout with every bit of energy. I must chase the truth through the twist and turns, past the roaring lions and through the dark places. I must take every risk to hold the truth. This life is but the night before eternity, and if I do these things I know that when I rise at dawn I will have the prize, and the King.