Not Without Hope

Can we really say that any person is really without hope while they are still alive?
I looked into the eyes of a terrorist on a video the other day; they were cold, dark and heartless. Immediately you want justice to be served on this man for things he has put his fellow man through: he is the enemy. We care greatly for the lives he is ruined, but he deserves death; we long to tell them about a Jesus who loves them, and can save them from a Godless eternity, but we save our harshest curses for him. I ask you, does it have to be this way, is he not a person too?!
As much as we would scowl at the thought, behind his mask, is a person, not so unlike each of us.
I can't excuse the horrors these men commit, but I have to believe there is hope for them, why can't we tell them, why can't our hearts break over them? Wasn't the cross for everyman? For whosoever will?
It is scary to think of carrying the gospel to such a man, this is a not a safe get inspired, summer trip, fun camp kind of thought. For those of us who carry such heart cries it may, and apart from the intervention of God, will cost us our lives; but someone must go where no one else will, to those who "can't be reached". This is the rumbling of my heart: let there be nothing you won't do for the cross. Let the love of Christ compel you, rather than fear restrain you.
"I know he's holding a gun to your head, hold the cross to his heart, and may the better win in the end!"-JB
Hungry for Him
Joshua Blakney