Being in the frontline put us in a vulnerable position. We might just get hurt …
My husband writes:“We met P and R while living in the north, several years ago. Mara met R thru her gym class and then P and I got introduced. We hit it off great, he wanted to improve his English so away we went ... the four of us got together on many separate occasions. And C and I got together several times a month, to talk English, play pool, jog together, etc. One time while at their place, the subject of life and death came up, and we had a brilliant opportunity to share the gospel, the hope of Christ, the certainty of salvation, etc. And on other occasions I was able to share with P, one to one…
This past Monday I called P, out of the blue more or less, as I hadn't spoken to him for a while. They had moved to M, at least for the short term. He had a close cousin who was tragically killed in a car accident in December, and that had spun him a terrible vortex of depression. … I had a great time chatting with P, upon hearing of his depression I told him that we would be praying for him, he said that they had run into a local believer from an evangelical church there in M, I encouraged him to go to one of their meetings, etc…¨
Isn´t what we do all the time? Look for opportunities to share… but do we know is time is in our side? I have news, time isn’t…
My husband continues:“I didn't know that two days later that he would suffer a fatal heart attack ... he wasn't much over 40 ... if even that ...”
We are left hoping all we shared came together in God´s timing … the fact that Dwight called him out of the blue … it makes us think that God was pursuing him during his last moments ….
We are hurting not only because we loved and appreciated him as a good friend, but because we are uncertain about his eternity. One day we will know.
Meanwhile, God is telling each one of us to preach time and time again, as we do know what tomorrow brings.
