Are you ready to die? I ask this of everyone I meet. In a flash! I say. In the twinkling of an eye! At the last trumpet! The dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed! They try to walk away. Two men will be in the field! I say, louder. One will be taken and the other left. Two people will be in bed (louder, they are getting further away). One will be taken and the other left. Therefore, keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come. They are gone. My words have made them uneasy. My words have quickened their souls. They are frightened of what it means for their lives. After an hour on the sidewalk, I take a break. I walk to the park. I need to refresh my spirit. I sit on a bench and eat a turkey sandwich and some potato chips. I drink a Diet Coke. It’s summertime. The lightening bugs are beginning to come out. I imagine the souls of the world lighting up. Only Christ Jesus can light a soul. But I am one of the many instruments He uses. I have one more hour to go. The last person I spoke to told me to go f–k myself. But I don’t hold it against her. It’s the devil talking through her. The devil will stop at nothing for a lost soul. I’m tired. I want to go home and eat a brownie topped with chocolate chip ice cream and fudge syrup. That’s my reward. I want to sit in my lazyboy chair and watch the Golden Girls. Thank you for being a friend, the song says. You’re a pal and a confident. I think to myself: Jesus Christ is the only friend we’ll ever need, the best pal we’ll ever have. I go back to the street. Are you ready to die? I say. Are you ready for the final judgement? Do you want to invite Jesus Christ into your heart? Do you want Jesus to be your best friend in the whole world, forever and ever?
Lord Jesus Christ, Save These Young People!
Lord Jesus Christ! Lord, God, Creator of heaven and earth. You knew us before we were conceived in the womb. You knew us and planned for our lives before all creation. I pray a special blessing over these young people gathered here today, who have come—some maybe not exactly willingly, maybe under a little pressure from their parents, or let's face it, a lot of pressure, God bless their parents, they mean so well, they care about their children, they care so much, just as, Father, you cared to send your one and only Son to the earth, born of Mary, to die for our sins—I pray a special blessing over these young people. I know young people are so close to your heart, Lord God. So close.