The Dear Unknown Brother

The day before Christmas I happened to be in Parramatta (the city before you get to the city...) and amidst the hurried crowds, tired business people and jolly sprukers, a lone voice spoke out in the middle of the square, telling people how to be saved. Every shop had its bargains displayed along the pavement for those last minute buys, and here was a man offering people the secret of eternal life, something no money could buy. And it was free. People, do you have any idea of the priceless treasure you have just passed by? Do you not know that this man is holding out the answer to your eternal destiny, and you have failed to even take the remotest interest? This man, if you had listened, was telling you that our Creator sent His own Son to die on the Cross, in your place, so that you may have your sin forgiven and not have to face an eternity in hell. This man was telling you about the wonderful, saving grace of the Lord Jesus Christ. This man, like his Master, and brothers before him, was not ashamed to be ignored, refused and even ridiculed for the sake of the Gospel. Thank you brother.