The things you don't tell.

We had a prayer night for our unsaved friends at cell group tonight. We wrote down their names on pieces of paper, and put all the pieces of paper writing side up on the floor in the middle of the group. I saw all the pieces of paper on fire, and more than a third of them burned up. As we prayed for them, a few popped back into existence, but only a few, and they were surrounded by ash. I was shown this because I am to build God's kingdom, and to do so I need to know the pain of seeing people lost. It's a difficult thing to see so graphically, and it's a shame. I've got to do something about it, but I don't know what yet.

All I know is I must do something. The Book of Life lies open and their names are not yet written in it.