The Last Christian

When I think about all the suffering and injustice and pain that goes on in our world today, I wonder why it's taking God so long to take us home.

How must it pain Him, to hear the prayers of His people that cannot yet be answered, to hear the cries of those longing for relief, to stay silently by the side if those He loves as they cry in their sleep.

What is He thinking as He watches and waits?

He is thinking of you, the last Christian.

You, whose name has been entered into the Book of Life, but has yet to hear the name of your Saviour.

You, whose heart has been longing to see the Maker you have yet come to know.

You, whose ears have not known music till you hear your Lord calling you to Him.

It is for you that God has put the world on hold.

He is waiting for you.

When you finally unlock the door to your heart, together with a crack of thunder, the trumpet of His victory will sound, and He will come, His face, ablaze with flashes of lightning; and the saints who have been laboring, praying and hoping will be standing at those pearly gates, a smile of recognition lighting their faces as they recognize you, last Christian, the sibling they have been waiting for.

This is how much He loves you, last Christian.

Now, let us hurry to bring the gospel to you.