Fading to what

As I sit in a place of worship, I can not recall a time when I didn't think of one of my friends who should be sitting in a place of worship. Sometimes it hurts me because I know they are missing something in life. They tell me that they are missing something in life and when I examine their lives, I know exactly what they are missing. I get excited when they come to a place of worship and speak highly of it. They say they love it and will come back. But tomorrow brings the same "stuff" they encounter everyday. Then they get bogged down by LIFE. They get roped back into what they just gave the Cross the night before. What happens then?  Can we be their "tomorrow" and be the bridge to the Cross for them until they realize that they have the strength to worship daily on their own? I'm convicted every time I think of a friend that I know does not have a bridge, because I should be that bridge.