I sold life insurance for many years, and since that time I have presided at many funerals. Few of those souls knew when they were going to die. The elderly grandmother didn’t know that her grandson was going to kill her for some drug money. The three boys I gave diplomas to didn’t know that their six or eight beers were going to put them in head-on collisions that ended their lives. The victims of drowning or heart attacks or cerebral hemorrhages took their ashes the previous Lent and heard the words “remember that you are dust, and unto dust you shall return,” but did they repent of their sin and confess it and walk away free of their spiritual bondage?