Let’s talk about the hope that we all have, the hope to get to Heaven. I’m not in any hurry to die by any means, but I hope that when I do—in 80 or so years— that I see the Pearly Gates open and I hear “Well done.” As much as I hope for that, I hope desperately to see my loved ones there too; my best friends, my siblings, parents, church friends, school friends and acquaintances—everyone. Of course I do, they’re my friends. But, do we actively hope for this? Or do we simply just say: “Well, I sure hope they’re there,” and go on our way?
I think of some of my very good friends who don’t share my faith, and I legitimately get scared when I think about the fact that I don’t know where they’re going to be at the end of the day. But there are too few times when I act on those feelings and take the steps to share with them the crucial, life-saving information that is the Gospel. And that’s me.
When you’re worried about being in a car accident, you get insurance, you put on a seatbelt. You take steps to make sure that your worry is assuaged. If you hope to see a friend in Heaven, let them know that they’re invited. You can’t force them to buckle up, but you can show them the seatbelt.