I’m not going to preach here. But I need to speak this out.
Last Saturday morning, a good friend of mine died after a brief but valiant battle with cancer. I got to visit him a week before he died, and will cherish that time forever. I got to see his blue eyes sparkle when he spoke of his hopefulness of the future. I saw the pain when he spoke of the impending future. But what I didn’t see, or hear, was his faith in God, his trust in Jesus.
When I spoke to his wife two days before he died, she said that he believed “in his own way.” My heart sank. I knew that I had missed the opportunity God granted me to share with my dear friend the truth about Jesus; about the redeeming power of the cross, about the mercy and grace available to all who call on Him. I would never again have the chance to tell him myself the work that Jesus did in my life.
For the last several years, I had also avoided meeting him and his wife for dinner. Why? Because he loved going to casinos. I hated going to casinos. It’s not a moral issue, or a holier than thou issue. But the last time I walked into a casino, all I could feel, from the innermost part of my being, was that I needed to get out. And so when he would call, and present the invitation, I would always have something else going on that made it impossible to go. Not only did I not tell my friend about Jesus, I never allowed Jesus to shine through me so that my friend could see it.
I have, for the last few days, struggled with this. I committed the sin of omission. My heart was broken, yet again, by my own actions. Jesus has, yet again, put the pieces back together. I have been forgiven.
I post this not to proclaim His mercy, His forgiveness, (however, that is what I am doing) but to say to anyone who has the opportunity to share with a friend the power of Jesus, do it. There is no tomorrow.
Cliché, I know, but oh how it hurts when the day passes.