What will I be doing tomorrow?

By Kirk Boswell

Let's see, where do I begin...Anyone who's visited this site in the last year or so wouldn't help but to be able to notice the inconsistency of updates to my blog. Let me explain, just in case anyone wants to know. It all began a couple of years ago. The church that my wife and I were members of was torn apart by an event that involved texting (I wish texting was never invented) between the pastor and a young (not a child) church member. I will not go into detail, and to this day I think it was an extremely exaggerated event, but never the less the church was divided. Being a very young Christian, I did not know what to do, so I took the easy road and left the church. We then moved to the "uptown" church. Big church, almost angelic choir...I enjoyed it for a while. Then I realized the services were like 40 minutes of singing and maybe 20 minutes of preaching. That really bothered me, but I stayed and just accepted it. Then came reveval. A young charasmatic preacher in his early 20's was the speaker for what was supposed to be a three day revival. Three days turned into three weeks. I went one night during the first week and immediately sensed something was wrong. All this guy could talk about was "fire". Sounded like Todd Bentley Jr. to me. But, me being me, thought well maybe I just wasn't giving the guy a chance. So I went again the following night. Same thing. Only this time, I got to see this "evangelist" tell a small child that he would "give" this child the Holy Spirit if he wanted it. Really? He was gonna give something that wasn't his to someone else?? All the while he's going around laying hands on people and they're falling out (or at least pretending to). What got me is the preacher was right there watching this happen and was all about encouraging this madness.
  It was at this point that my church attendance became sporadic to nonexistant. I was slipping back to my old ways. Even though I knew better, I was disgusted with what at the time was my view of Christianity. I thought to myself over and over, how could I see the heresy in this guys "preaching" and a minister of 40 years be so blind? Then there was my blog. I started it for my family and close freinds to be able to keep up with what was happening from a prophetic standpoint. Well, guess what? It turns out none of them ever bothered to look at it more than a time or two here and there. I know I'm rambling, but I have to get this out. It's been eating at me for so long now. There is some good news  though............
   I may have been down and out and ready to give up, but the Lord would not let me go. I can't begin to tell you the conviction I have been under lately. The Holy Spirit has rekindled the flame that was burning so low. After a truckload of repenting, I feel alive again. No more running away from the lover of my soul. No more playing footsie with the devil. I am a child of the King. I have been bought at a price. My life and everything in it belong to the Lord Jesus Christ. That's right, me, a weak wretched sinner am saved by the blood of the Lamb! Praise be to His Holy Name! I can never praise Him enough for not letting me go.
   If you're still reading, you are truly blessed with patience that may be beyond my comprehension, but I do appreciate it. I titled this post "What will I be doing tomorrow?" because something truly sad and unexpected happened to me at work today. I'm an IT techie, so my job is keep everybody's computers humming along so work can get done quickly and easily. Today I was instructed to give our lead maintenance guys access to the accounting program our company uses for daily operation. So I go to the locations and set everyone up. The last place I went, the maint supervisor rides up the elevator with me and another maintenance guy to his office. He's talking and cutting up using some less than desirable language, but that's just how he is. He unlocks his office, asks me if he should just look for the new icon on his desktop and go from there. I said that was pretty much it, and he said just lock the office on your way out. I finished up and went back to my office. About an hour later, I hear this same person had just had a massive heart attack and was unconscious and without a pulse when he was taken away by the ambulance. This was about 4 o'clock. I received a text later that he was pronounced dead a little over an hour later at the hospital. We don't work on Fridays, so I'm sure he already had plans for the weekend, etc. How could he have possibly known when he come to work this morning that he would never make it back home? Even as I type this, I can't help but think I was just talking to this person a little over 6 hours ago. Now, I'm in front of a computer, and he has entered into eternity. Just that quick. My heart is troubled because I don't know if he was saved. I never shared the good news of Jesus Christ with this man. Maybe I didn't think he would listen. Or maybe I was scared of the possible rejection and getting my feelings hurt. I'll never get another chance now. I can only pray someone else had the nerve to do what I didn't and give him the chance to have salvation. So what am I doing tomorrow? Only that what the Lord allows me. I will never take another breath for granted, because we never know which one will be our last. To anyone who made it this far, thank you for reading. The Lord willing I will be doing more posting and more writing (don't worry, it wont be like this post) on this site. Thank all of you who do visit and please keep me in your prayers. Your brother in Christ,
Kirk