He's in his early thirties and he's dying.  We've known him for the better part of ten years.   This wonderful man of God is always cheerful, always encouraging, always talking about his Lord and Savior, always thinking of others.  To know him is to love him.  Though he wanted to get married and have a family, the right girl never came along.  And now it's too late.  Sadly, he was born with a genetic defect that has already robbed extended family members of life in their 30s and 40s.  Now it's his turn.  We are weeping on the inside as we watch his life slowly slipping away.  He's in a lot of pain, but his eyes are fastened on Jesus.  There is a sweet aroma of the Altogether Lovely One about him.  Though hope is all but gone, nobody wants to loose this model of godliness.  His church,  which is just down the road from Shiloh, has taken up a collection for his medical needs.  We have added our gift to theirs.  Monday a brother in the Lord will carry him to the hospital for one more round of tests.  Maybe his doctor will find a way to beat death.  We're clutching at straws.  And praying for God's perfect will to be accomplished. Whether by life or  by death, he only wants to glorify God.