To tell a person he has till his last breath to repent is to presume on the Grace of God, im sorry but its the truth. Toying with both sin and God your whole life and then expecting God to grant you repentance in your last dying words is presumption.
My dad was diagnosed with lung cancer in 2007. He was 82 then. They removed half his right lung and ran chemotherapy for six weeks. The cancer went into remission. Throughout that time, I had shared Jesus with him to no avail. He was of the Greatest Generation, was pretty much self-made from a long line of self-made men. He didn't think he needed Christ. Until the cancer came back in late 2007. More chemo, rapid deterioration, stage four. In the few weeks he had left, he heard the call. On Sept. 12, 2007, he prayed to receive Christ. He began attending the SBC church in our home town. When he couldn't walk anymore, he asked my brother (who wasn't a Christian at the time) to take him to church and push him through the doors in a wheelchair. Dad told anyone who would stand still for five seconds how he came to Christ. On January 11, 2008, Dad went home to the Lord he had denied and run from for most of 83 years.
That man who was well loved, respected, a self-made man who lived through the Depression, went off to war, was awarded the Silver Star and the Purple Heart
times three! -- who at the age of 42 gave up on farming and became an insurance agent, taking all of the $200,000 he could borrow to buy an agency, knowing he was gambling his family's future, selling 49% of that agency 30 years later for ten times that amount, that man who didn't "toy" with
anything -- that man knew that all of it meant
nothing without Christ!
Don't tell me he was "toying" with anything, Rob. God had a plan for my dad. Why would He make a man wait until he was four months from death to bring him into the kingdom? Because by my count, that man is responsible for witnessing to
fourteen men and women in that small town in north Missouri who came to Christ by his testimony ... including my brother.
You don't know what God has in store. God doesn't play games. God doesn't let anyone "toy" with the gospel. God has a plan. And with my dad, that was it.
And Rob?
It worked. Dad didn't "toy" but God had a plan. So Rob, forgive me this, but stop your whining, stop your sniveling, stop the nonsense. God has a plan. Get on with it. If God could use Dad that powerfully in four months, imagine what God has in store for you in the time you have left?