1 February 2019
Dear Phyllis,
A couple weeks ago I wrote you asking prayer for my left eye. Last night we went to an eye clinic. This is the third doctor I have been to. She was very alarmed and insisted that I must go
to an eye hospital immediately and gave us the name of a doctor she recommended. She said it looked very much like a tumor and the probability of surgery was very high. I replied, “No I don't want to do that”. The doctor came back, “It is important that you
sacrifice your eye to save your life”. “Look, I'm 83 years old. I have been here long enough. I don't need to do anything like that to stay here longer”. We had quite a talk.
I have said for years, if the Lord would send an angel with an exit visa to get me off this planet to go to heaven, I would say, “Welcome, I have been waiting a long time for you”. What
joy would it be if Jesus said, “Bill, you have been there long enough. You can come home now.” If that isn't good news I don't know what is. I have sat in a large number of airport boarding areas waiting for flights, but after sitting there forever, when they
started boarding, I never once thought, “Oh no. It's time for me to get on that plane.” Boarding time is always a great relief. My goodness, that is what I am there for.
It's been a good life. Jesus has given me a life that has been radically different from the average. I have done everything from flying super sonic jets to driving a honey wagon. I have done
everything from being a tree topper to being a mortician. (They don't have morticians in Japan. Missionaries and pastors have to take care of the dead.) I have built dozens of houses and churches and taught others carpentry. I have been the director of a Japanese
language school, pastored two churches, taught in several Bible schools, and taught English to everyone from little children to police officers. I have served the Lord in the Orient for over six decades and been in nearly every country in Asia from Siberia
to Nepal. It has been my great privilege to help underground Christians in SEA for 15 years. My goodness, what more can you ask? Admittedly I have done a very poor job in serving the Lord, but who has had more opportunities than me? Isn't it time to call it
a day?
My friend, Steve Tigert, many years ago, had eye cancer. He had his eye removed but died anyway. I don't want to waste money on something like that. The doctor last night told us that I must
see that specialist immediately, but we flat don't have that kind of money. That was a tremendous miracle when Jesus provided the money for my Thai visa two weeks ago. Something like that happens once every ten years. It cost us 1,000 B ($33) for that eye
doctor last night and that is all our budget can afford this month. Anything beyond that is big bucks and there is no way we can think abut that. Thai medical is a fraction of what it would cost in the states or Japan but I have never carried medical insurance
and Jesus has always given me excellent health. Healthy have no need for a physician . I don't need insurance. Jesus is my insurance. When I cut my hand, NLL paid for that. I can die for free. You don't have to pay for that. Funerals in
Thailand are dirt cheap. I don't know what they cost but I doubt that it would be over $100. Pammy can afford that.
Not surprisingly, Pammy and I do not agree with how to handle this most recent crisis. She has some strange idea that she wants to keep me around as long as possible. It is not that I don't
enjoy living. Being here is a lot of fun. I love carpentry. It is an inexpressible privilege to serve Jesus and tell others about what He has done for them. But it will not be much of a loss for the Lord if I am not here, and, apart from my wife, I have virtually
nothing to leave behind. If I was a significant witness for Christ and had an important ministry it might be worth while to think about staying here a little longer, but no one will miss me sitting on the end of the bench. I don't want to waste money on something
that will keep me here for another few months. It is not that human life is not precious. Jesus paid for us with His Blood, but that is the price He paid to get us into heaven. At the end of His prayer in John 17 Jesus prayed,
“Father, I will that they also, whom Thou hast given Me, be with Me where I am: that they may behold My glory”. Oh my goodness! How wonderful! Oh to think that my time may have come to be with Jesus. How can it get better than that?
Please join me that the will of God be done.
Gratefully in Jesus,
bill

