I’ve never been a fan of tattoos, not even the little ones with pretty flowers in inconspicuous places. I love flowers, and I realize it’s a personal choice, but why people would mark up their body, in permanent ink no less, is a mystery to me. With that said, I do have some favorite “No Regrets” tattoo fails: “No Ragrets,” “No Regerts,” “No Regets,” and, “Noregrets.” 😂 That about sums up my opinion of tattoos.

On the serious side of regret, it really isn’t a very pleasant subject. It usually represents a failure of some kind; something we’ve done wrong or something we’ve failed to do. A regret that produces sorrow or leaves you with a sense of remorse. A regret that a window of opportunity has closed.

I think it’s virtually impossible for anyone with a conscious to have lived their life with no regrets. For all those who appear to have no conscious I suspect they’ve worked very hard to suppress it.

A healthy conscious helps us navigate the why’s and the why-not’s in our lives. Important questions for sure, but I think the most important question we could ever ask ourselves is where we will spend eternity.

There are few things in life that are more final than death; there are fewer things in life more certain than death. The simple odds are, ten out of ten people die.

When I first hear of someone’s death, some of my first thoughts are, “Did they know the Lord?” or, “Did I ever hear them say something about their relationship with Christ or see something where they talked about their faith?” No matter if I knew them or not, but if I did know them, then it becomes intensely more personal. My thoughts change to, “Did I ever have any spiritual conversations with them?”

I didn’t always think this way.

I regret not being more concerned about spiritual matters when I was young.

I regret not having faith conversations with people I cared about, who died unexpectedly and at a young age.

I regret not really knowing where people I cared about are spending eternity.

God has since given me a heart for the lost, and a desire to spread the gospel, but I still have regret.

There are umpteen reasons why we don’t share our faith and

or talk about spiritual matters with each other. Being out of God’s will probably covers it pretty well. Fear is also real; fear of failure and not knowing what exactly to say. However, in times when I was afraid but followed through anyway, God calmed my fears and gave me the words and the strength.

…Do not be anxious how you are to speak or what you are to say, for what you are to say will be given to you in that hour. Matthew 10:19

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah 41:10

Other reasons include being caught-up in the busyness of life, or thinking that it’s not my job, or maybe we just fail to love people as much as we should.

A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. John 13:34

Whatever the situation (or excuse) if you’re a Christian, and you’re not sharing your faith, ask yourself why not and pray about it.

While I do believe God puts certain people in our lives for a reason, there are also many people we may not be aware of that are part of God’s plan in our lives. Be willing, be ready, be available.

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastics 3:1

And,

While “Salvation belongs to the Lord.”(Psalm 3:8) God calls for Christians to share our faith. As Christians, we should be having random faith conversations in one way or another from time-to-time with all sorts of different people. Pray for tender hearts, pray for opportunities, and trust in God’s perfect timing.

Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. Ephesians 5:15-16