One time, shortly after I was baptized, I remember sitting in bed late at night, sobbing for my friends who weren't saved. I don't think anything in particular had brought the tear-fest on. But it had hit me that unless they were willing to change some things in their lives, I wouldn't get to see them in Heaven.
And that broke my heart. Fast forward to now. Probably more than 20 years since that night when I lifted my friends up to God and asked Him to touch their hearts. Somewhere along the way, I lost a lot of that passion. I'm not really sure why. Is it because the world tells us that if we tell them their bad choices are going to keep them out of Heaven we're being judgmental and hateful? After all, as they like to quote from the Bible, "Judge not that ye be not judged." Of course, they don't remember that it also says in John 7:24, "Do not judge according to appearance, but judge with righteous judgment.” I'm not sure about you, but if I were doing something and you knew it would keep me from getting to Heaven, I sure would hope that you would come to me and help me find my way back. So, why am I here, fighting with myself over how to reach out to some people in my life who are making choices that are likely to keep them out of Heaven? Why can't I reach out in love and say, "I love you, but I hate what you're doing"? Have you ever dealt with such a situation? How did you handle it? Any suggestions for me? Advice?
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