AND THE EARTH QUAKED IN SOUTHERN ILLINOIS

Our son was out of town. Our daughter in California called. She had reached him in a nearby town at a conference. Yes, he had felt the earthquake last week. His oldest son had awakened, but not his other two children. The dog had barked and barked. He had felt it at 4:37 AM as he sat at his computer before leaving for the conference.

But we couldn't reach him. I got a hold of my brother. He said he felt it shake his bed and thought, "The Lord is coming."

When good friend Nelson from Scottsdale called to see how our family back in MTV was after the quake, I told him my brother's response. Nelson replied, "Man, I wish the Lord had come."

That's the kind of Christian he is. My thoughts were a little different. I know I'm ready for the Lord. There's nothing else I can do. I've accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior and I've repented of my sins. I am a follower of Jesus. I sincerely love and adore Him.

But I'm not quite ready. I'd like to see how this all plays out. I'm pretty satisfied with my life now. I like worshipping and serving Him here. Don't get me wrong. I'm looking forward to claim my part in His kingdom. I'm assured of that. But I don't mind a little more earth time to see how my children grow and what my grandchildren will become.

Maybe I have one foot too firmly planted here because Nelson has four beautiful daughters that he has to enjoy and appreciate and he's ready. He's the kind of Christian I look up to.

And when the rapture comes, oh yes, I want to meet my savior in the sky (Rev 20;1-5). Don't ever think I would want to be left behind. Right now, I'm just not in a hurry. But, on the other hand, I'm ready and looking forward to the day.