It takes less than seven minutes to drive home from work. With two minutes left in my drive, I noticed a man picking up trash in his yard:
Me: Pardon me, sir (yelling out of the window of my car). Did you get one of these?
Lloyd: What is it?
Me: It's a gospel tract. Do you have a church background?
Lloyd: Yes, I go to.....
Me: Really? I've never heard of that church. Let's say that I have a knife in my back and I have less than one minute to live. I want to go to heaven. What must I do to be saved?
Lloyd: I would pray.
Me: What about me?
Lloyd: Ask for forgiveness, but that probably won't help.
Me: So how do I get to heaven?
Lloyd: I don't know (with an almost ashamed look on his face).
You can rest assured that Lloyd now knows how to get to heaven. Have you ever bothered anyone that looks busy? Don't let what they are doing get in the way of their eternal destiny. Lloyd looked busy, but it turns out I had his undivided attention.
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