A couple months ago, I received an e-mail from a woman who lives on the West Coast. She grew up here in New England but has lived out there for a number of years. She still has family in the the Northeast and, in particular, she has one brother who lives in my area. He was raised in the church but drifted away, leading a lifestyle that is contrary to what the Bible would condone. Worried about him, she wondered if I could pay him a visit sometime. I assured her that I would definitely give him a call and visit as soon as I could.
Unfortunately, as things often go, I got busy and forgot to call the man. It wasn't until this morning - two months later - that I came across his name again, and I decided to finally call him. When I called, a gentleman picked up on the other end. Not sure if it was him or not, I said, "I am looking for so-and-so," to which the man very hesitatingly responded, "He actually passed away last night . . . "
Silence on my end.
What a cold and sobering reality, and a very sad lesson learned. I don't know if he went to sleep in the Lord or not. I have a feeling that God will do all that He can to get him into the kingdom. But Lord have mercy upon me for neglecting such an important matter.