Last week, I was driving on Battlefield Parkway a little
after noon when I saw two yearling deer dash across the roadway. They were not much bigger than a large dog,
and I was shocked to see them on the busy highway in broad daylight. The truck in front of me slammed on his
brakes as the first deer skittered past, but the second deer was not as
fast. It hit the side of the truck and
tumbled backwards onto the sidewalk. The
truck pulled over and the distraught driver got out. The deer was bleeding out of its mouth, not
doing too good. Its struggling slowed
and it became still. I tried to console
the driver telling him that there was nothing that he could have done to avoid
the mishap. I was sick in the pit of my
stomach. The deer was dead. As I got back into my truck, I pondered the
brevity of life. Not the deer’s life,
but the life of many people that I come into contact with each day. Am I as concerned with their eternal lives as
I am with the life of a deer? The deer
was gone, but the human soul will live on forever and forever. Do I share the life-changing Gospel with
those that I meet? Am I faithful to
God’s command to take the Gospel into all of the world? Hey, how about you?
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