When I heard that Eric had cancer of the bowel, I felt very guilty. I had lived next-door to this 70-year-old man for seven-and-a-half years and never spoken to him of Christ.
Somehow it did not seem appropriate now to knock at his door and tell him he needed to be saved. How could I reach this dying man with the message of the gospel when I had done little over the years to show him God's love and had hardly ever prayed for him?
Of course, we always said 'hello' to him when we saw him, usually when we were dashing off to a meeting somewhere, and he knew that we went to church. We had done the odd neighbourly thing for him and even taken him to hospital occasionally. I expect he thought that we were decent folk whose social life was at church while his was at the pub. What could I do?
