We found out a few nights ago that our landlord died unexpectedly. It was a huge shock for us. Although we were not close friends, he was fair, honest, and always nice to us and our daughter, Marissa. We are sad as work through his untimely passing as he was only 28 years old.
But, what is much harder to work through is the fact that we have no idea where he is spending his eternity. Is he in heaven, is he in hell? We don't know... Why, because although he sat across from us several times in our home, we never once asked him if he knew Jesus Christ. We never once asked if he went to church. And we never once started up a conversation about how Jesus had changed our lives forever.
Here we are missionaries and we missed this opportunity. Sure, we have excuses. There wasn't enough time, we wanted to build a relationship with him first, and he was too busy. We know God does not command us to change people's heart's, but he does command us to Go and Tell.
We are trying to move forward and we have asked for forgiveness, but the memory of this missed opportunity remains. We want to live a life with no regrets before God and from this point forward, that is what we are going to do.
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