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Twenty four hours. That’s all I was given to complete my mission. Twenty four lousy, stinkin’, quick to pass, hours. Where to begin?
He was a pastor, and easy to find. He was also a father of four children. Hard to hide when life was handing you Life on a platter. The question was, where on Earth was he at this moment in time?
I would begin my job at the church. How ironic, for my job to be at the place where his safety was almost ensured. The place where so many gathered to worship my Lord. My boss. I was almost positive that he would be there. Would he be doing his duties? Would he be praying to the empty cross again, reading from his Bible? Would he be soothing a hurt follower? None of these would make my boss happy. Empty words and empty acts.
There was a time when he almost made the eternal life that was his worthy of Heaven. At one time he almost believed what he preached. His name could have been written in the book. But he didn’t believe enough of it. I know, I know, once save always saved, but his wasn’t a true belief. A little wishy washy, that fellow.
Now it was my duty to put enough obstacles in his way to ensure that he would go to the Boss. Down on his knees for forgiveness. I could only direct him, I couldn’t make him believe. I could only encourage his footsteps to make their way toward Him. Toward the Christ, the Holy of Holies, our God with us, his God with him. I pray that I would have the mobility to maneuver this.
Twenty four hours. Twenty four lousy, stinkin’, quick to pass, hours. Where to begin?
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