A few days ago, I learned someone I knew about 35 years in my past had died. This was a person who I saw regular enough to know the job he had was very difficult and under-appreciated. It had made him very hard, but on occasion my friends and I saw a different side. I would say he wasn’t a Christian, but I hope in the time that has passed, he was led to the Lord.
I know he knew my friends and I were Christians because even as teenagers, we tried to be that example. But I don’t ever remember talking about Jesus with him.
I regret it.
It’s too late.
Would he have listened? Probably not, but at least I would have known I tried.
When I was little, I had a baby sitter I loved who we called Miss Myrtle. I have some vivid memories of her. She was short, round and had a great big, flat mole on her soft cheek. She made the best cinnamon toast and would scrape out the inside of an apple for me to make homemade applesauce. She had no money, but every Christmas she managed to give us a box of chocolate covered cherries. She used to watch Day of our Lives. I remember the beginning of the show saying, “Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.” We lost contact with her after a move, and when I was a teenager, we learned she’d died. I know she wasn’t a Christian. I wished I had been old enough to talk with her about Jesus.
I regret it.
It’s too late.
If God puts it on your heart to talk with someone about Jesus, do it! If someone you know isn’t living like God wants us to live, talk with them. Don’t be scared. Don’t wait! If you are the one who needs to change and get right with God, do it!
Don’t let it be said….it’s too late. Don’t let the sands run out!
Hi Laurel, I know from experience what you’re talking about today. This has happened to me more times than I care to remember! For instance I consider myself a failure since I wasn’t able to change the minds of non-believers about God. I realized early on the old saying, “you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink,” also applies to people. There was one person that made me even more joyful for the lord seem worth all the time and effort, and that was my daddy. About 6 weeks before he died, he joined a church in Nashville, got saved and baptized. For me, it was a long time coming but worth the wait. Thank you for your timely blog, I think you’re doing an out standing service for the sinner, believers and the Lord. Take care and God bless you.