Death

It’s funny how God works. The last blog that I wrote, I did in two parts meaning, I wrote half of it in the morning, than I had to leave, so I wrote the rest of it later on in the afternoon. Before I started writing it, I know what I wanted to say, and knew what I was going to write. If you haven’t read it, you should, but the gist was what happens when you die and haven’t accepted Christ. About 10 minutes after I saved the first half of that blog I got a text message informing me that one of my coworkers had passed away.

The woman that passed away was 60 years old; I am going to refrain from using her name for reasons that need not be known, or have any significance to this blog. She was very healthy, and had no problems to my knowledge. She actually died in her sleep. She kept to herself meaning that she didn’t share a lot about herself; she was not very open, which is understandable because if your work place is anything like mine, it is gossip central. You don’t tell anybody anything that you don’t want everybody else to know.

Anyways, this woman was not a favorite among her coworkers, regrettably, myself included, and I am going to leave it at that. I was working with her one day about 6 months ago, and I asked her if she went to church, she was very offended and said that is was none of my business, and that turned into a big argument between the two of us that ended up with me in the office with my supervisor and my manager and was told that I was never to speak about religion ever again at work. It was a very short conversation, I nodded my head and said ok, and that was the end of it. This of course didn’t stop me from talking about religion at work, I have done so many times since, and I will continue to do so every chance I get.

So why do I tell you this story, when it is most likely a huge breach in a policy at work that I singed called the “no blogging policy”, meaning feel free to take advantage of these wonderful tools called social media, but leave work out of it? That is why the story that I just told way the cliff note version. Anyways, I tell you this because I am fairly confident that this woman was not saved. I am not the judge, God is, and I pray that I am dead wrong, but if I’m not, than she didn’t go to Heaven and she will be spending the rest of eternity being tormented in Hell.

I did not have anything against her, but I will regrettably admit that I did gossip about her with others on more than one count. She was not a bad person, she was very nice actually, just a little different, but aren’t we all a little different. I am feeling absolutely terrible, for some of the things that I said about her, and some of the jokes that I played on her. I am confessing right now, to God, and to the world that I am absolutely done with gossip, and if anybody catches me doing it, I give you permission to stop me by any means necessary. I never even had a chance to apologize to her, and now I have to live with that for the rest of my days here on earth.

I did attend the funeral just this afternoon. It was a very nice service, and the family was so appreciative that people from work showed up. There 11 of us form work that went to the funeral, and there were at least 6 that I know of that went to the reviewal last night. I do feel a little bit better being able to see her one last time to apologize, I know that may seem kind of morbid, but it needed to be done.

What is my point? My point is that you just never know how long you have. I know that people don’t like to think about death, but death is not the end, it is the beginning. It is the beginning of eternity, and there are only two places to spend it, Heaven or Hell. You have to know before you go; you have to make that decision before it’s to late. I made a bold choice to try to talk to this woman about Christ, and it did not turn out well. But, at least I tried, and her eternity wherever she will spend it, cannot be placed on my shoulders. I don’t mean for that to sound selfish, but as angry as I was than, I am now so glad that I did it. I can’t really say anymore.

I know that I blog on this topic often, and I don’t mean to beat a dead horse over the head, but it is something that I am passionate about. This woman’s death is a perfect example of the fact that anyone can die anytime without warning, you have to be ready. So what is it going to be friend, Heaven of Hell?