I was called to the bedside of a dying man, an eighty-year-old scoundrel. He spent the final decade of his life with time on his hands, money at his disposal, and women on his mind. But he made a deathbed confession of faith. That’s too easy, I thought. A guy like him deserves to be routed through purgatory on the way to paradise.
John 14:23 says, “Anyone who loves me will obey my teaching.” And, according to God’s great grace, if my scoundrel friend’s confession was sincere, he is walking the same heavenly streets as Paul and Peter and King David. Each a scoundrel in his own right.
It’s never too late to come to Christ for help. That knock at the door of your heart? That’s Jesus. All you have to do is open the door.