Without Jesus.
They probably don't give Him a
Second thought, or even a first one.
And when tragedy strikes they
Suck it up and carry on
Admirably.
I have friends like that.
Why can't I be like them?
I could sleep in on Sunday mornings and
Not bother with Bible study and
Prayer.
I'd have more free time.
Why do I need Jesus to cling to and
He to me?
Why do I feel compelled to share?
Perhaps it's because I've lived both
Before and after knowing Jesus, and
I can never go back.
The others have only known the
Before.