In three weeks I have gone to three funerals. This Friday will be my fourth.
These are people I know, I have spoken with, have eaten with and heard. They knew of me and I knew of them.
They were, in no particular order, a devout suffering Christian, a Christian who endured great physical handicap, a scholarly erudite Christian and a non-believer who had zero spiritual interest.
Their memorials say it all, really.
What people said about their lives, what kind of believer they were or character they showed, the moments shared with their friends and family and lastly, who showed up at the funeral service.
Nothing convinces me more and more to follow Christ, to love more and serve Him than seeing how each of these lives came to a close.
Two of these were sudden and unforeseen deaths, one was sudden but not unforeseen and one was awaited for patiently. The one that hurts the most is the sudden and unforeseen, but frankly, was best for the person. One minute they were here, the next, eternity.
However, there was a "severe mercy" in the death that was awaited for patiently: everyone got to say goodbye. Nothing was left unsaid and love was able to be shown.
I have seen more than a fair share of deaths in the last 10 years of Christ followers and non-believers. I may just be fulfilling a strange role God has called me to - being the "Last Call" kind of guy. This is not self-promotion, just the opposite. It is terrifying to think you get to be the LAST attempt at a soul rescue.
If you are reading this, I want you to do something.
I want you to say a prayer for yourself.
I want you to tell God you are sorry for all the bad things you have done.
I want you to ask God to save your heart and soul by the blood of Jesus.
I want you to go to Jesus every morning and talk to Him.
I want you to listen.
I want you to live.
When your body dies, I want you to live.