Closed Lips

An iron factory worker accidently fell onto a red-hot iron plate. As he was rolled off by his fellow workmen things looked bleak and they cried out to send for a doctor. The suffering man pleaded, “Never mind the doctor, I’m dying without God, who can help me?” Although many men surrounded him, not one spoke up. One of these men was an inactive member of his church whose witness at work simply wasn’t there. Later, when asked about the accident, he said, “I’ve heard those cries ever since and I wish I could’ve spoken up and pointed him to Jesus, but my life closed my lips.” What would’ve we said?