My heart was burdened today as I read the brief obituary of a lady who had been at the nursing home for a little while. It was probably about a year ago she was there, recovering, and I enjoyed interacting with her. There were opportunities I took to share the Lord Jesus with her. She softened as the weeks went by (even being interested in/accepting a Bible!), but I don’t think she came to church (if she did, it would have only been a time or so), and she stayed firm in her false religion. Christopher and I visited her in ICU when she had a septic infection. Oh, it was sad. A woman who desperately needed Jesus, but who wouldnâ€™t give her life to Him, and she was sad and despondent. I think she allowed us to pray with her, although Iâ€™m not positive on that. After her hospital stay, she must have gone to another care place or home.
The Lord gave her a second chance to accept Him. Now, she has slipped into Eternity. From all I knew of her, it is a hopeless Eternity without the Lord Jesus. Yet, could it be that maybe, just maybe, in her last days, she repented and turned to Jesus. Iâ€™ll never know until Heaven.
Ministering at the nursing home gives us opportunities to share Jesus. It may be the last time they hear about Jesus, but the Lord is giving them another chance.
â€œâ€¦ and how shall they believe in him of whom they have not heard? and how shall they hear without a preacher?â€ (Romans 10:14).