I have been burdened lately. Burdened for the lost souls around me, particularly family members and loved ones.
Burdened by the knowledge that I haven’t done enough to tell them about Jesus.
Yesterday we sang a song at church, one that always convicts me. It’s a great song, but it’s also a sobering reminder of our privilege, calling, and responsibility to share the gospel with those around us.
The song is “Brethren We Have Met to Worship,” and the second and third verses always get me.
Brethren, see poor sinners round you slumbering on the brink of woe;
Death is coming, hell is moving, can you bear to let them go?
See our fathers and our mothers, and our children sinking down;
Brethren, pray and holy manna will be showered all around.
Sisters, will you join and help us? Moses’ sister aided him;
Will you help the trembling mourners who are struggling hard with sin?
Tell them all about the Savior, tell them that He will be found;
Sisters, pray, and holy manna will be showered all around.
I love these lyrics because they aren’t sugar coated. They are in-your-face, and it’s truth.
I have lost family members. People that I love so much, and who are right now are wandering lost and alone, on a path to Hell unless the Lord saves them.
Sometimes I know I get complacent. I live my life, ignoring the spiritual suffering of those around me.
A Sobering Reminder.
I’m a shy and insecure person by nature. I have an endless number of reasons for not sharing the gospel as much as I should.
I haven’t gone to seminary. I’m still too flawed. I may say the wrong thing. Someone else could witness much better than I.
My family members aren’t receptive to hearing about God, so I should just give up.
It may be awkward.
In addition to these excuses, it’s easier to focus on lighter topics, even the daily tasks that require my attention each day. Anything is better than thinking about the painful truth of lost souls.
But sometimes I need the reminder. I need to take off the rose colored glasses and really feel that pain. I need to be burdened by the condition of my loved ones who are lost.
“Death is coming, hell is moving, can you bear to let them go? See our fathers, and our mothers, and our children sinking down.”
It’s true, the conversations may be awkward. May be unwelcome. And they may very well still reject the gospel of Jesus Christ. But, I don’t want it to be because I was too scared to face those tough conversations.
The call is not just for preachers, or for a select few. It’s for every single child of God. Every soul who has been ransomed by the blood of Jesus Christ, we each have a responsibility and calling to share that Good News.
So tell them. Tell your sisters, your brothers, your lost spouses, your parents, your children.
Tell them all about the savior. Tell them that he will be found.