the Truth of life during death

You know, it's funny how death brings to life the inner makings of people. I mean, how many times do we actually think about death until it is starring us in the face? How often do we think about how much we care about our friends and family, co-workers and classmates? How often do we feel the overwhelming urgency to tell someone about the saving grace of Christ, so that they don't have to spend eternity in a dark, fire blazing hell, eternally separated from the beautiful face and presence of Christ. Never again to have the opportunity to feel the love and comforting embrace of the God of the universe.



See, its not about shoving Christ down their throats forcing them to believe something that may or may not be true. Its about investing "life" into them because we don't know when it will end. It may be at the age of 76, it may be 37, and it just may be a 17 year old senior in high school. How many people will we let walk by us in a week, year, or life and not take the time to invest into who they are? Where they are in life? What they believe?



All to often, as many of us have this week, we wait until the death of a person in our sphere of influence to cry out with a terrifying scream inside of our hearts: God if I only would of..., God if I only did..., God if I only would of said...! Then, we will go to the viewing, and steer away from the family, because we know, deep within the depths of our souls, that we shunned the dead while he was on earth. We walk away from him because he was different or quiet. Lastly, we may even go to the funeral, sit on the back row, and weep throughout the whole service. The people around you will think you were close with the dead or because he died so early, but instead you are sobbing because you never wanted to "share life" with him until his death.