“Every man dies. Not every man lives.”
I see that that is a quote by William Wallace.
I belong to those people who live.
It has not always been like that. There was a time when I did not live. Until I was about 18 years of age I did not live, although I thought I did. I was almost 19 years old when I began to live and when the second part of my life started.
The first part was outside the Lord Jesus Christ, the second part is inside the Lord Jesus Christ.

Main Street in Ban Tak (Thailand), where we preached the Gospel
Picture / Rachel Flintoff
The second part began by going to a church that was alive, attending a Bible school, applying to a missionary society in Germany, working as a missionary in THAILAND, doing more studies at the Bible College of New Zealand (as it was called at that time), and working as a missionary in New Zealand (United Maori Mission) until retirement.
I don’t only belong to the people who live, but I belong also to the people who live though they die, to those people who will never die.