Still busy with sin and hell. Back in school I was that kid that irritated the living daylights out of people with my overzealous efforts to preach the “turn of burn” gospel. My brother was different. He hated Sunday morning church. He never read his Bible. He partied, smoke and drank. He was the anti-Christian type.
Every odd now and then I would let him know what I thought of his way of life.
No wonder we weren’t close.
Mean while I started to see through the system. I got hooked on the Way of Jesus. I was ready to love my brother without trying to change him.
Then he died, suddenly.
Accident at work.
At his funeral, one of his housemates (with the same lifestyle as my brother) gave a testimony.
“Pieter was the closest to Jesus than anyone I ever knew.” was his words.
It left me cold.
My religiosity blinded me. While I thought I knew God through a so called holy lifestyle, obeying
all the rules, God was right there all along in the life of my brother, waiting for me to acknowledge this simple truth.
His friends, who never went to church, who did all the stuff that church taught me not to do and who never did the other stuff I thought I was supposed to do when it come to the stuff of God, saw God in my brother.
And I did not.