The day is sunny and bright. People are gathered in celebration of the holiday. Flags rustle in the wind and cheers fill the air as the speaker on the platform completes his speech.
The aroma of barbecue fills the air. Ice tea is served up by the gallons, potato salad is chilled on ice, and the baked beans are hot and savory. People are heard laughing, talking, and sharing stories of times past. Families sit at long wooden tables or gather on blankets on the grass enjoying the day and celebrations.
As the evening light begins to fade the crowd begins to disperse. The roar of a motorcycle’s engine deafens the person standing nearby. Slamming his hands over his ears he yells at the rider, “You’ll be sorry for that, sucker!” The rider laughs and roars off down the street.
Night falls and the country road is dark. The beam from the single headlight reaches out in front to guide the way. The rider is engrossed in thoughts about the day and doesn’t hear the engine of a pickup truck speeding up behind him.
The crash can be heard for miles as the motorcycle rider is thrown several feet in the air as his crushed motorcycle slides haphazardly down the pavement. The pickup truck flips and rolls several times and lands off the side of the road.
An ambulance arrives and a Man steps out and looks around. The smell of spilled gasoline fills the air. He sees the overturned truck and sees the driver lying sprawled beneath the carnage. Kneeling down beside the crushed truck He reaches under the metal to try to pull the driver to safety, but the driver is dead.
He sees the motorcycle and finds the rider lying several feet away in the grass. He approaches and kneels down. The man groans and is barely alive.
“I’m here to help you,” the Man states.
The rider groans and asks in barely a whisper, “Am I going to die?”
The Man leans close so the rider can hear Him, “Yes, but you can live forever.”
“How?” The rider asks weakly.
“Ask Me to forgive you and be your Lord and Savior.”
The Man leans far down with His ear close to the riders mouth. The rider whispers so softly that the Man can barely hear him.
“I give you my life. Forgive me, Jesus.” His eyes slowly close and with one last breath he enters the Kingdom of God.
Romans 10:13 – “For whoever calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved.”
There is only One that was, or ever will be, perfect. We humans make choices every minute of every day. What will we wear to work, did I get the right salad dressing, will I go to church, do I want salt or pepper, should I pay that bill or this bill? Every decision we make has some sort of consequence whether it is right or wrong, good or bad, incidental or catastrophic. One of those choices, and it’s the most important decision we will ever make in this life, is where we will spend eternity.
We do not know when we will leave this earth and to assume we can wait to make such an important decision is pure foolishness. In the blink of an eye it could be our last breath. Choose wisely for the consequence is eternal.