How much have you thought about the day that we would all be in Heaven? What a joyous day it will be, right? I certainly think so. We will finally be free of sickness, disease, poverty and Paris Hilton. There will be pearly gates, streets of gold and hopefully lots of hot wings. I am really looking forward to the day that we are all called to meet Jesus in the sky.
Yesterday, Tony posed a question to the people of Legacy; will that day also be the saddest day ever? It’s a profound question and one that I have never really given a whole lot of thought.
I have heard about people weeping for the lost. I have heard about people praying for the lost for hours a day. When the day comes that begins eternity with our Heavenly Father, there will probably be millions upon millions more people that don’t get to go that actually do. That should break our hearts. It doesn’t break my heart enough. I have never wept for the lost. I have never spent one whole hour, let alone several hours praying for the lost. Shame on me.
I am challenging myself (and anyone that is reading) to begin praying for the lost more than for myself. I want God to break my heart for the lost. I want to love that lost like Jesus did. I don’t know if that means I have to give my life for them, but I know I have to be willing to give it. I will start by giving them some time on my knees.
