I have always hated attending a funeral service of a non-believer. The loss, the lack of hope, ultimately knowing that Christ’s redemption did not happen for the individual. Hershael York writes:
We prayed for him, witnessed to him, sent others to talk to him, and five years ago even took him to Manaus, Brazil, to go fishing for tucunaré (peacock bass), but with the real intention of sharing Christ on the entire trip. We colluded, cooperated, and conspired for his soul.
