I wrote last week about a man who was birthed into the family of God in his late seventies. We attended a funeral service yesterday for man who came to Christ just a few years ago. He was 99 years old when he passed away. In both cases, what a blessing it is that these men came to know the Lord, but I can’t imagine facing all that life throws at you in the course of a long life, and not having the arms of Jesus, and the family of God to turn to.
Recently I have begun to feel a genuine sense of urgency about the need to bring people into the fold. Perhaps it is because I turned 62 years old this year and it finally began to sink in that I am not a young man anymore. Or perhaps we really are entering the end times. Either way, there’s no denying that I am at the threshold of my own end times, and I think that realization is affecting the way I’m thinking.
I’m ashamed to admit to a certain ambivalence toward the lost in America. The gospel is not withheld from anybody in the United States. It is out there in plain English, being presented every Sunday in every city in this country. My thought has often been, if someone hasn’t accepted Christ, it’s their own fault.
Not a very benevolent attitude, to be sure. Particularly heartless when you think about the relentless effort by the enemy of God, to hold onto the lives of those he animates and controls.
We were in Maryland recently, in a waiting room of a hospital in Baltimore awaiting the birth of our beautiful new grandson Orynn. We spent the night in that waiting room, and in the wee hours of the morning I found myself writing the words of a song that came from this thought: Does God look at the lost as His unborn children? Does He envision the countless blessings and amazing possibilities that He has prepared for them to experience, and now awaits…longing for them to take that first breath of eternal Life?
“The Unborn Children of God” is that song. Not only for the sake of the unborn children of God should we be reaching out to them, but for the sake of our families, our nation, and our world. Bringing the lost to Life is the one, and the only way we can hope to save America.
I hope to see you sometime during the next three weekends. I so want you to hear that song, and the rest of what I believe is our best concert to date. And I really want you to see the wonderful production of “Sinai, The Mountain of God.”
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