I once knew a man when I was younger. I could not, and would not judge if he was a good man, or a bad man. He was a quiet man who kept to himself and didn't have much to say to anyone. I do know he was a family man, who had a good wife and two sons. He was a hard working man, who worked his entire life, to provide for his family. Although no one knew him well, I never remember anyone having anything bad to say about the man. At times someone from the church would approach him concerning Christ, His great sacrifice, and His plan of salvation which is offered free to all who would accept and keep His commandments. Without exception, the man refused to accept, or even discuss religion in any form or fashion. As far as anyone knew, he never changed his position, and never accepted Christ into his life.

As I grew older and started a family of my own, this man gradually slipped from my thoughts. His sons grew up and moved away to start families of their own, and I completely lost touch with all of them.

One day at my workplace someone asked if I knew this old man, and I affirmed that I did. "Well he has terminal cancer and does not have long to live." At that time I was not a Christian, but did occasionally attend church. When the men of the congregation learned of this man's condition, they decided to go visit with him one last time, to try to bring him into the fold, before it was too late. Again he vehemently refused to even discuss religion with them. Later I learned that he had even quit communicating with his wife and family. He sat on the floor behind his bed and stared at the wall all day, every day. While none of us can know how we would react to such a situation, it was indeed a very sad affair for him, and his entire family.

Some years after he died, I heard his widow discussing this sad time with my grandparents. She was still very distraught that he had refused to communicate with her and his family in his final days on earth. She said the last words he had spoken to her, when she asked him why he sat silently looking at the wall and would not so much as speak a word to her, was "There is nothing left for me but the wall."

While this was indeed, the saddest situation I have known in my life, perhaps there is also a valuable lesson for us all. Living without God in our earthly lives, we have absolutely no hope, when this brief life is over. Jesus tells us plainly, I am the way, the truth, and the life. No man comes to the Father except by me (John 14:6). When our time comes to leave this earth, as we all must, let us make sure we have that blessed assurance and enduring hope of a crown of life eternal (Rev. 2:10), made possible by the blood of Christ, and not be left with just, "The Wall."

We invite all who would, to come together with us each Sunday morning at Kedron on the Coopertown Road, Russellville, Kentucky, to worship God in spirit and in truth. We neither add to God's Word or take from it. Bible study at 10:00 and Worship at 11:00. "Come now let us reason together, saith the Lord" (Isaiah 1:18)