Blood on Our Hands

Several night’s ago I facilitated a small group for people in their twenties and thirties. The Group’s discussion topic was Acts 8:9-11, where God tells Paul to not give up because there were many in Corinth who were His people. Everyone in the group was to share their testimony of how Jesus was revealed to them, and what their experience of finding salvation through Him was like.
What stood out was how new all of the Christians in the group were, and how, though they knew a little of Jesus, didn’t truly know of Him until they were in their mid-twenties. Decades of their lives passed by without ever truly hearing the Gospel of Christ preached to them in a relevant way. Decades wasted; decades in danger of spending an eternity apart from God- sad.
One young lady truly didn’t believe that she had experienced salvation through Christ, yet, so she had no experience to share. The group lovingly helped her walk through that and gave her some good things to think on and pray about for God to draw her to Himself.
Statistics show that if someone doesn’t come to salvation in Christ by the age of 18, that the chances of doing so after that grow radically smaller each year.
Conversations in small groups like this show me that we, as Christians, have fallen incredibly short of our responsibility to share the grace of Christ with those we come into contact with each day. There is truly lots of work to be done, and being apathetic soaks our hands in the blood of those we are sending to hell.