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Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Psalm 144:4
Greetings brothers and sisters
I just wanted to share a little with you....
Working as a nurse there are many encounters with death - it's one of the less enjoyable part of the job.
Recently a 55 year old gentleman who I had known for over 3 years collapsed and died suddenly. Later seeing him laid to rest in his coffin....he looked at perfect peace. The mortician had done a very good job on making his face look calm and natural. He could have been sleeping.
Dealing with his grieving family....words were hard to find. So I found oneself saying...."he's at rest now" "he went quickly there was no suffering"
But reality has hit me in the face more than ever before.
This gentleman was not a professing Christian....only the Lord knows whether he was ever saved.
That cold peaceful corpse has now left time and entered eternity and must at a later day face the Lord.
In a world where professional boundaries disallow the sharing of the gospel I am put to shame by my lack of caring for his soul.
All the bodily care in the world is not enough....and his passing from time to eternity too late to care now.
Dear Lord awaken a burning compassion in us for the lost. Burn brightly in and through us....make winning souls and serving the Lord our passion and priority
BRIGHTLY beams our Father’s mercy
From his lighthouse evermore;
But to us he gives the keeping
Of the lights along the shore.
Refrain:
Let the lower lights be burning,
Send a gleam across the wave;
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may save.
Dark the night of sin has settled,
Loud and angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing,
For the lights along the shore.
Trim your feeble lamp, my brother;
Some poor seaman, tempest-tossed,
Trying now to make the harbour,
In the darkness may be lost.
Hymn by PP Bliss 1874
Psalm 144:4
Greetings brothers and sisters
I just wanted to share a little with you....
Working as a nurse there are many encounters with death - it's one of the less enjoyable part of the job.
Recently a 55 year old gentleman who I had known for over 3 years collapsed and died suddenly. Later seeing him laid to rest in his coffin....he looked at perfect peace. The mortician had done a very good job on making his face look calm and natural. He could have been sleeping.
Dealing with his grieving family....words were hard to find. So I found oneself saying...."he's at rest now" "he went quickly there was no suffering"
But reality has hit me in the face more than ever before.
This gentleman was not a professing Christian....only the Lord knows whether he was ever saved.
That cold peaceful corpse has now left time and entered eternity and must at a later day face the Lord.
In a world where professional boundaries disallow the sharing of the gospel I am put to shame by my lack of caring for his soul.
All the bodily care in the world is not enough....and his passing from time to eternity too late to care now.
Dear Lord awaken a burning compassion in us for the lost. Burn brightly in and through us....make winning souls and serving the Lord our passion and priority
BRIGHTLY beams our Father’s mercy
From his lighthouse evermore;
But to us he gives the keeping
Of the lights along the shore.
Refrain:
Let the lower lights be burning,
Send a gleam across the wave;
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may save.
Dark the night of sin has settled,
Loud and angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing,
For the lights along the shore.
Trim your feeble lamp, my brother;
Some poor seaman, tempest-tossed,
Trying now to make the harbour,
In the darkness may be lost.
Hymn by PP Bliss 1874