DAY TWENTY-SIX: LOST SOULS.

Hello, it's day twenty - six of our forty-day retreat and reflections.

We are reflecting on lost souls today.

My heart is heavy as I reflect on this group of people.

When we encountered God, when Jesus came into our lives, what prevented us from sharing Him with others?

Have you thought of how amazing it would be if we were all surrounded by people who believe in Jesus Christ?

The lost souls are not far from us.

In our families,
In our homes,
In our institutions,
In our workplaces,
Even in the church...

Brethren, let us pray for the passion for lost souls.
Let us pray for fervency in our intercessions for lost souls.

These people have no place in their hearts for Jesus Christ and it hurts Him.

Jesus is seeking for the chance to come into their lives to make their lives better.

Jesus wants to place His seal of ownership on their lives in order for the devil to not come near them.

Yet, they are unwilling and clueless.

Let us not look at the enormity of this task.
Let us take this a day at a time.

Let us start from those around us: a person a day.

Have you seen the sudden light that shows in the eyes of a new convert?

Have you seen the sudden liberation that is evident when someone encounters Christ?

Look at your life: think about how the Lord's presence in your life has turned things around for you.

Wouldn't you want to see that same change in the life of another?

Think about this.

God bless you as you keep these people in your heart.

It's still #SHARINGLIFE.

Don't stop sharing life!

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