How many people passed away today, to whom we as saints failed to share the good news, saving them from eternity outside the presence of God?  There is nothing that shocks my sense of guilt as this simple, straight-forward question.  Why is that?  Is it because I am responsible for those going to a judgment separate from the mercy of God?  There has to be something to that, for I just feel miserable contemplating the implications of my inactivity.  Perhaps the Holy Spirit of God cries each time someone passes having missed the opportunity to choose grace, using my soul as a cavity from which to make His sadness known.  Oh Lord I am sorry that I failed, please don’t let me miss another opportunity as long as I may live.

Folks the time is winding down, the night is coming, a night so black, where no work may be done.  We must use the remaining daylight to proclaim the gospel to the frowning and misinformed world, praying for our enemies in direct obedience to Christ.  There is no other reason that I continue to draw breath, and if I continue to waste those few moments I have been given to do that for which I was redeemed, what value then have I placed on grace?  See it had to be worth something for the Lord to take off Glory for a while just to save the miserable lot of us from our own slavery and eventual death in sin.  Will I give worth to His Blood Sacrifice or will I treat it with trivial disposition?  I pray that I do not fall short, not because i am seeking some measure, prize or purchase, but because that is what He deserves, my allegiance, service, love and praise.  It is what He first did for me.

Praise Him in all His Glory.  Jesus is His name and He is lives, seated at the right hand of God.