Early Friday morning I got the call that Luis had died late Thursday night. Luis’s wife and daughters have attended our church on many different occasions. Luis’s sister is one of the most faithful ladies in our church. But, despite several visits to their home, I was never able to talk with Luis. Every time I passed by, he was busy or he had just left for work. I never witnessed to Luis, and today… he is in eternity.
The family asked me to speak at his funeral service today at 11:00 AM. I talked to Luis’s sister about his past. I so desperately wanted to find some thread of hope that he was a Christian. When I asked her, she paused for a minute to think about his life. Then she said, “well, he did go to a Pentecostal church a few times when he was a child.” That’s it. That’s all the proof that she could come up with. From all the evidence, this man who died a drunk, died with no hope.
This morning as I opened the Bible for my morning reading, I began in Proverbs 11. When my eyes got to verse 7, I was reminded of the horrible job I have today. The verse says, “When a wicked man dieth, his expectation shall perish: and the hope of unjust men perisheth.” At the graveside there will be very little hope for this family.
Wow! Just three weeks ago I was at their home… We’ve got to do more to reach people with the Gospel.
God, help us do more to spread the gospel. Help us feel the urgency of Your coming and the brevity of life. Speak to the hearts of people today at the funeral and may many accept You as their Savior.