The worst wake up call ever

I write this post with a heavy heart. A friend of mine I grew up in church with was killed last night in a motorcycle accident. I haven't seen him in a couple of months because of my sporadic church attendance or maybe because of his, I'm not sure. We weren't best friends, we never talked on the phone, we didn't hang out outside of church but that doesn't make the pain any less.

I'm sad because I know I'll never see his smiling face greeting me with a handshake first followed by a hug. I grieve because his 3 younger brothers no longer have their role model around. I'm heartbroken because his mother has to bury her 25 year old son. I'm sorry for the guilt his girlfriend must feel. But most of all I'm terrified. I'm terrified because that could have been me. If my life here on Earth was taken from me right now, would I die in Christ or would my soul be lost.

I'm crying because I'm going to miss my friend, I'm crying for the pain and hurt his family and friends feel, and most of all I'm crying for myself and people like me who are playing with their salvation. Those of us that dabble in sin, living our lives for Christ when it's convenient for us. Lord have mercy on our souls....