Handcuffed to a gurney, a young man in his early twenties was in the back of the ambulance with me, for I was the paramedic responsible for his safe arrival to a mental institution. We talked freely during the transport, and I couldn’t figure out why he was in such a state. I clearly shared the gospel with him, and now the decision to reject it or embrace it lay before him. I related to him that it was no coincidence that we’d been brought together at this time, and if he believed, God would bring others along to open the eyes of his understanding. Tears were in his eyes as I asked if he desired a different course of living.
I do, however, feel guilty because of the many I didn’t share the gospel with. Thankfully, this opportunity with this young man wouldn’t leave me feeling that I’d come up short in my responsibilities. Due to confidentiality, I don’t know what happened after that day, but I do know I did what I was called to do that time.
Romans 10:14
How then will they call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in Him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching?
Give it some thought.
Gary