Broken Alabaster Boxes

The amber bottle tips and the liquid drains out. Not only is the bottle being drained, but also the life of the young man, It's Saturday evening at the bus terminal in St. George's, Grenada. The usual things are happening. Public buses honk their horns. Bus drivers and pedestrians call out to one another. The traffic officers maintain order in the chaos. People climb in and out of the buses. And the bottles. They're always present. What to do? So much lostness. Not only here. All over. So much need. So many dark places. So many places needing the light of Christ.  My life is only a little blip in the scope of eternity. Such a short time. Even compared to the history of this earth. Reality is, my life could be ended tomorrow. What am I doing that will last? Am I doing anything that will make a difference to eternity?  I'm gripped with the shortness of time. There's so little time. And so much work to do. So many people to love and tell about Jesus.  It's the how ...