A few years ago, an acquaintance in
Northern Ontario was asked to take the funeral of a local man who had passed
away unexpectedly. Nobody could say for sure whether the dead man did or didn’t
know the Lord, so the speaker opted to give a clear gospel message.
When he was done, an older relative of the
deceased, tears in his eyes, approached him to thank him for taking the
funeral. To all appearances, this man was a secular success story; someone who,
while apparently decent and moral, had shown little or no interest in the
things of God for many years.
“I believe every word you just said,” he
told the speaker. “I’ve wasted my life.”