A few weeks ago, our pastor brought a Wednesday night Bible lesson about the responsibilities of the watchman. (Ezekiel 33:2-9) I’ve known for a very long time that as a child of God, I am responsible to warn the lost of the pending judgment. But it’s so easy to cruise through life, from one busy day to the next, frequently crossing paths with people bound for hell, yet never considering their eternal destination. So it’s good to have an occasional reminder.
Now, at work, I consistently crossed paths with a couple of ladies who I knew were lost. One of them I’d given a Gospel tract and invited her to church one time. The other one knew I was a Christian before I ever started work, so she hated me out the gate because of my faith. She waited irritably for me to preach at her. I didn’t. I wanted to try to build some type of friendship. After a few months, she started to greet me cordially, deciding that I wasn’t going to cram religion down her throat. I knew that I needed to talk to her about her soul, but I kept putting it off. Then the last week in March was spring break, and I was off work. That was the Wednesday that our pastor taught on the responsibilities of the watchman.
Ezekiel 33:8-9 says, “When I say unto the wicked, O wicked man, thou shalt surely die; if thou dost not speak to warn the wicked from his way, that wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at thine hand. Nevertheless, if thou warn the wicked of his way to turn from it; if he do not turn from his way, he shall die in his iniquity; but thou hast delivered thy soul.”
I thought, No more procrastination. When I return to work after spring break, I will find an opportunity to talk to both of them. I never had the chance. The lady I’d given the tract to quit her job, and the lady who holds animosity against Christians changed bus routes. My opportunity was gone. You never know what a day holds or if today is the last opportunity you’ll have to talk to someone about Christ because we live in a very transient society and life is short. We mustn’t procrastinate.