I got the news this morning that one of my construction company employees had a wreck and passed away last night. So, for the second time in less than a decade, I have to look into a mans face that worked for me that I never shared Christ with. Both only worked for me for a short time, but that is no excuse. The first time, I was called to the hospital after he had a heart attack. I walked in and saw several family members. His sisters wanted me to come back to the room where he was still at, and where her common-law husband was who also worked for me. As I got closer to the room, I could hear the sniffles and sobs and cries. As u drew back the curtain in the emergency room, there he laid, eyes closed seemingly at peace but I actually knew better though. No I didnt know for certain that he had ever been saved. No, I cant say 100% for certain that God didnt give him the opportunity before he passed away to accept Jesus. Yet, as a fruit inspector, I was almost positive, because there was no fruit. I had looked into his eyes, and although he was a good man, I believe he certainly didnt know Jesus. As his family stood around him and wept for the loss of their loved one, I looked at his face and knew that the peace that seemed to be there, truly wasnt peace. Paul writes to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. That is only true for those who are born again in to the body of Christ. For those who are not saved, to those who do not know Christ, to be absent from the body is awaiting judgment. That day I looked into that mans face and knew there would be no more opportunities for him to accept the sacrificial death that Christ made on the cross. For him, he went to sleep here. In the next realization that he will have, he will be kneeling before the eternal judge with a certain guilty verdict and an eternal sentence of Hell. I have not yet had to look into the face of the man who passed away last night, but I know its coming. I have already begun to face the consequences of my actions (or lack of) though. I dread facing his family, but even more I dread looking into the eyes of my Savior knowing I have failed him. Preachers like myself always tell those that are lost, they are not promised tomorrow. As with anything that we say, we have to knowingly and willingly live the sermons that we preach. Im saved. I dont have to worry about it being the last opportunity for salvation, but every time I speak to someone, every time you speak to someone, it may be the last opportunity you have to share the gospel of Christ with them. My prayer is that you never have to live through, with what I will have to live twice now. I have never truly gotten over the first failure. Now, I will live it again. Share the Gospel of Christ with everyone you can, while you can. Until He Returns, Chris
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 15:38:42 +0000
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