Editorial

Conrad Mbewe

The older I grow the greater I sense my own mortality. I am conscious as never before that the journey of life on earth ahead of me is much, much shorter than the journey behind me. This would have been a very depressing reality were it not for the fact that there is life beyond the grave and that it has been made even more certain and glorious by our Forerunner, the Lord Jesus Christ. I lost my mother to the cold hands of death when I was only nine years old. She was barely thirty-six years old when she died. Eight years after her demise, I remember finding a Bible in which she had written down the fact that she had committed her life to Christ at a Billy Graham Crusade. I came across this as I was wrestling with conviction of sin that led to my conversion to Christ. Since then, I have been looking forward to meeting my mother in heaven after the glorious resurrection.