Tell them

In the midst of the shouting, I said, “Let me alone. Let me grieve by myself. Don’t tell me it’s going to be all right.  These people are doomed. It’s not all right.” For the Master, God-of-the-Angel-Armies, is bringing a day noisy with mobs of people, Jostling and stampeding in the Valley of Vision,  knocking down walls  and hollering to the mountains, “Attack! Attack!” Isaiah 22: 6-8 MSG

We should not be ok with the fact that people are going to hell. It should keep us up at night. It’s not going to be alright, just like it wasn’t in Isaiah’s time.

We are saved, we are free, we are his. That’s great – for us. What about our kids? What about our neighbors? What about our co-workers? Is it ok for us to have everlasting life knowing they will not? Is it ok for us to go about our daily lives, going to church, going to work, going to school and never tell them about the gift we have? No, it’s not.

Tell them. Their lives depend on it. Tell them of the wonders, tell them of the grace. Tell them by letting them see how we live and how we love. They don’t need condemnation; they get plenty of that already. Give them the gift that is Christ.

God, it grieves me to know, to really really know that you don’t know those I love. Help me reach them. Help me show them who you are and how you changed me. Melt their hearts Lord so they want you like I did that day.