Prince Napoleon, son of Napoleon III, served with the English Army in Africa. One day he left camp to head a troop of soldiers to spy out the country. It was a dangerous undertaking. One of his company said to him: "We had better turn back, and if we do not make haste, we shall fall into the hands of the enemy.”
"Well," said the Prince, "let's stay here just ten more minutes and drink our coffee." But ere ten minutes were up, they were overtaken by a horde of Zulus, and in the massacre that followed, the Prince lost his life.
Upon receiving the news of his death, his mother exclaimed, half sad, half angry, "It was his great weakness from childhood.
He never wanted to go to bed at night, nor rise in the morning. He always wanted ten more minutes." Prince Napoleon lost his life because he believed he had "ten more minutes.”
Dear unsaved reader, take heed lest this happens to you. You do not know if you have still ten minutes for your soul to be saved from eternal death. You have no promise for the next moment, but only for the present moment.