A Lost Soul Means A Lot

Letter from a Friend Now in Hell

My friend, I stand in judgment now,
and feel that you're to blame somehow.
On earth, I walked with you day by day,
and never did you point the way.
You knew the Lord in Truth and Glory,
but never did you tell the story.
My knowledge then was very dim;
You could have led me safe to Him.
Though we lived together on earth,
you never told me of The second Birth,
and now I stand this day condemned
because you failed to mention Him.
You taught me many things, that's true,
I called you "Friend" and trusted you,
but I learn now that it's too late,
you could have kept me from this fate.
We walked by day and talked by night,
and yet you showed me not the Light.
You let me live, and love, and die,
you knew I'd never live on high.
Yes, I called you a "Friend" in life,
and trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet on coming to the end,
I cannot, now, call you "My Friend."

I do not have to say further on the above-mentioned. The message speaks for itself so very clear.

The pilgrim's journey is not just about myself but the people around me. If I do not live out the Great Commission, then who would?

If every Christian shuns this responsibility, then we had better be prepared to receive more of these 'hell' letters.

Am I a friend to another? Time for me to ponder on this more seriously.

"Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." Matthew 28:19-20