Shutting the book, she was reading with very little concentration, Sharon made her way to the living room with very heavy footsteps. She needed something to distract her a bit. The same thought had continued to gnaw at her for weeks unendingly. In the living room, she sat by the grand piano. Music, she knew, had a way of soothing the innermost part of a woman鈥檚 heart, yeah, her soul! But even the tunes that rang forth as she struck the piano keys only helped reinforce what had troubled her all morning. With hurried steps, she walked back to her bedroom. She just knew she had to talk to her friend, Sarah, about giving Jesus a place in her life. She had been having the prodding to do so for longer than she for could recall but somehow, she just hadn鈥檛 found the right time to do it. However that morning, she knew she finally had to talk to Sarah. Though she didn鈥檛 have any class for that day, she dressed up and went to school, anyway. She was certain she鈥檇 run into her friend.
The duo walked into the school cafe. Everyone knew Sarah and Sharon; they were inseparable. People could hardly ever believe that they were not sisters. They were in the company of each other, from the department to the faculty; each hostel, to the campus fellowship; two jolly friends, they were. Then, people couldn鈥檛 stop wondering how they got along so well. Sarah was just an exact collocate of Sharon. They were worlds apart in the whole lots of ways.
Even professor wasn鈥檛 strong enough to pull these ladies apart. Thankfully, they lived in the same vicinity, they soon got jobs in different organizations but somehow, out of their schedules, they found time to meet every now and then. But Sharon continued to look for a more convenient time to tell her friend about the love of Christ and her dire need of Him.
Listening to the sermon on the danger of procrastination that eventful Wednesday evening Sharon knew for sure that the time to talk to her friend about Jesus and His life love had finally come. She prayed earnestly after the sermon, asking God to forgive her years of procrastinating this one thing and several other things in her life. She and Sarah were scheduled to have a breakfast meeting the following Saturday. So, she reckoned that she would just use that opportunity to do what she delayed for many years.
When Saturday came, she walked to Sarah鈥檚 house, happier than she had been in many weeks. She was finally going to tell her of God鈥檚 love. They were soon going to be in the same page spiritually. Their friendship would now be more close-knit. As she neared the house, she notice the large crowd gathered in front of it. From that distance, she could tell that the atmosphere was rather sober. Willing her mind not to run while with all sorts if hallucinations, she ran until she reached the house.
Day by day, people like Sarah pass us by-empty people, sick with sin and running to hell-yet we do nothing to serve them from ruin. They are dying friends, relatives, client and acquaintances, waiting to be saved; yet we wait for a convenient time. We do not strike iron when it鈥檚 hot. Undoubtedly, we live in a unique dispensation and age where various activities make so much demand on us and there is fierce race against time. God, however, still expect the Christian woman to borrow a leaf from the blacksmiths who understand that if there is delay in striking and shaping the iron when it is hot, it will become cold and hardened and the opportunity will be lost.
