“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.
When I read “Burgled Again” lately under the heading IN BRIEF in our local paper, a Christian hymn entered my mind.
Within one year one of our restaurants here in Kaitaia was burgled four times.
Thieves entering the premises by smashing windows and taking what they want.
Have you ever said to yourself: ‘I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!”
Have you ever said to yourself: “WHERE COULD I GO?”
The hymn that entered my mind is called: “Where Could I Go But To The Lord.”
Psalm 127:1 says:
“Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.”