Where Are They Going?
Every day driving
I’m surrounded by people
Where are they going?
To work, an appointment, the grocery store, out to eat, to the doctor,
To run an errand, buy a gift, home, to pick up a child from school
I’ve considered following a random car, just to see
Where they are going
Every day living
Surrounded by infinite souls
Where are they going?
Does it even cross my mind?
What have they done with Jesus?
Son of God killed in my place, alive again my Savior?
Or quotable dead guy, like Charles Dickens only maybe more important
A friend of mine died Sunday night, more of an acquaintance really
Ashamed to say I don’t know where he went
I have my suspicions
We talked off and on for years
The subject of eternal destination never came up
Does he now wonder what I was playing at?
I don’t know, don’t really want to
Surrounded by aimless, heartless, mindless
I hear Jesus say, “The fields are white for harvest”
Unless I step out
I know where they’re going
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About the author:

Recently retired, Brad looks forward to the challenges of a new ministry. He feels that seniors are a vital part of the church Body and though he has only recently crossed the threshold of “senior-dom,” he trusts that God can use Him to help seniors build a stronger relationship with God and stronger relationships with others. The senior years are accompanied by unique challenges, and Brad hopes to be able to come alongside seniors to pass along God’s hope and encouragement.
Brad and his wife Erin began attending Hannaford in November 2019. They have three grown children and two grandchildren (and a third due Spring 2026).
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