08/31/21 IT IS A TERRIBLE THING TO HELPLESSLY WATCH THE TRAIN WRECK DEVELOP

Tears well up for what should have been, could have been, would have been, if Jesus had been trusted, loved, followed.

I sit, broken-heartedly, lovingly praying for the loved ones who are "living" an independent, separated, clueless existence of futility without Jesus.

Life is a vapor, a moment, a blink of the eye. Treasures, talents, travels only fill our hungry hearts with momentary diversion, which numbs us until death's grasp drags the Christ-less into eternal hopelessness.

The train of eternal loss and misery rumbles down the tracks of life, determined to take precious loved one away from us and God forever.

A momentary change of mind would cancel the ticket to eternity without hope. A recognition and acceptance of the true and living God would transfer the sinner to a destination of joy unspeakable and full of glory.