“As long as it is day, we must do the work of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work.” (John 9:4)

The best stories belong to those who took the risks.

In heaven there will be centuries of stories to tell. That may sound boring to you. Not me! Think about sitting there listening to Daniel talking about staring a lion in the face. Peter telling what it was like to step out onto the water. Mary as she entered the tomb to find it… empty.

I expect that plenty of us will be star-struck in heaven. Joan of Arc, Francis Xavier, Brother Lawrence, John Wesley, Amy Carmichael, Deiterich Bonhoeffer, Billy Sunday, Mr. Moody, Mother Teresa, George Whitefield, Sadhu Sundar Singh, Watchman Nee, Corrie Ten Boom, and that’s just to name a few.

Sadly, some of us will sit there in awkward silence. We won’t have much to talk about and only then will we realize that it’s too late. Never again, for all of eternity, will we be able to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, help the sick, or speak out in Jesus’ name. Our work is over.

I want to have PLENTY to talk about. I’m not special, but He still chose my hands and feet. I didn’t always get it right or even was obedient the first time, but I want to be remembered for trying my hardest and doing my best.

When I die, I want to be exhausted and broke. I don’t want to leave a thing behind me. Don’t even waste time with a funeral. If you have something to say to me, do me a favor: save it and tell it to me in heaven.

I want to take chances. I want to live a life that matters to the kingdom. I want to be generous with my time and my money.

When you get to heaven, if you want to be part of the celebration, then take the risks here on earth and someday you’ll have the best stories to tell.