I Needed To Know

In my office meeting, the meeting slides were posted on the screen. Many of my co-workers made comments on my slide presentation. I was busy jotting notes. Suddenly, I overheard one lady from the back of the room ask, "Where's the division chiefs travel trip information kept?"  

Another person chimed in saying , "The general said our information is inaccurate!"

Wait just one minute, I said in my head. My head came up like a cobra.

"What information is wrong?" I asked.
I was ignored as the group chatted among themselves.

"What information?" I shouted over the group noise.

The group chatter seemed to get louder. Now I was irate.

"What information?!"

The one lady goes on to say, "the division chiefs calendars," to which I replied, "The travel trip report is up-to-date."

I won't bore you with the whole conversation but to shorten it, the group were talking about the calendar where the division chiefs post their travel trips, and vacation.  The general was looking in a place that wasn't updated. Had I known he was looking there, I would have kept that information current. 
I stopped, looked at each of them and said, "I needed to know that!”
I felt like they were keeping valuable information from me. That got me thinking on a spiritual level. How many people are you walking around or passing by that need to know about Jesus, His forgiveness and grace?  Let's say these people you surrounded by die today and open their eyes in hell, I can imagine them feeling like me—mad because no one mentioned Jesus to them. The conversation would go like this:

Screams and crying rises out of hell as your friend descends into his spot.  You friend notices you there too.

“Hey, I know you. You were always at the bus stop.”
“Yep.”

“Did you know about this place? You had too, because you always said to me, “Have a blessed day.”

“Yep”

“And you never told me about this place or even mentioned Jesus, who I met on the way down here? I tried to explain to Him I didn't know but he continued walked away.”

You both moaned.

“Hey, how come you’re here?”

“I never mentioned Him or this place to anyone. I figured someone else would tell you.”

“So, you telling me I’m here because you kept vital information such as this from me? I needed to know this!”

Both mad at each other and torment by Satan forever.

Suggestion: Go tell someone about Jesus before it’s too late for both of you. Someone needs to know.