I’m 61 years old and in the best shape of my life; and I’m dying.  I don’t know when or how it will happen, but I know, at some point, my life and yours will come to an end.  Just like life is one of the greatest miracles in the universe, death is one of its greatest mysteries.  When we accept the gift of life from our Creator it comes with an expiration date; a date we all want to avoid; a date none of us can.  Most of us believe that physical death is not an end, but a new beginning.  Most of us accept on faith that the afterlife will reunite us with our Creator and place the trials and tribulations of our physical life in an eternal perspective.

Those fortunate enough to see the end approaching, often realize, much too late, what was really important.  They have an opportunity to conduct a life review and to see what they could have done against the backdrop of what they actually did.  Many of us die regretting the fact that we didn’t give our all for something we believed in.  We let fear control our lives and realize at the end that our fears were nothing more than tests; tests to see how willing we were to push through our fears to the success that was waiting on the other side.

Life is given to us by our Creator.  My belief is that life is not given to be squandered and that the taking of an innocent life is a deliberate rejection of our Creator’s gift.  In the country I love over a million innocent lives will be ended this year by an abortion industry that sees life as a curable disease.  It sees life as an inconvenience if the life happens to be an unborn child, and it sees abortion, for a fee, as the only cure for an inconvenient life.   I can’t help but wonder if the workers in America’s abortion industry, given the opportunity to conduct a life review, will look back on their careers spent killing babies, and consider their lives to be lives well lived.

With every passing year I’m grateful for the time I’ve been given, and hopeful that whatever time I have left can be used to save lives and to end the practice of abortion.  At the end of my life I want to leave the physical world knowing that innocent children are no longer being killed by an industry of death.  I hope to leave a world that embraces the sanctity of every human life.  When I say my final good-byes to my children and grandchildren I want to look into their eyes, tell them I love them, and for them to know that I gave my all for life.