One day a woman named Louise fell asleep in her
bed, and dreamed a very fitful dream. She dreamed
that someone in hell wrote a letter to her, and it was
delivered to her by a messanger, The messenger passed
between the lakes of burning fire and brimstone that
occupies Hell, and found his way to the door that
would lead him to the outside world. (I don't believe
that"s true, but for the purposes of this, I know that
God will work in any way to save souls from the second
death)
Louise dreamed that the messenger walked to her house,
came inside, and gently but firmly woke Louise up. He
gave her the message, saying only that a friend had
wrote it to her from Hell. Louise, in her dream, with
trembling hands took the letter and read:
My friend, I stand in judgement now, and feel that
you're to blame somehow. I was with you all the time
and never did you point the way. You knew the Lord in
truth and glory. But never did you tell the story. My
knowledge then was very dim; You could have led me
safe to Him. Though we lived together on earth, you
never told me of the second birth, and now I stand
this day condemned, because you failed to mention
Jesus. You taught me many things, that's true, I
called you 'friend'and trusted you, but I learn now
that it's too late, too late to repent.You could have
kept me from this fate. We walked by day an talked by
night, and yet you showed me not the light. You knew
I'd never live on high.
Yes , I called you a friend in life and trusted you
through joy and strife and yet on coming to the end I
cannot, now, call you 'My friend.'
Marsha.
After reading the letter, Louise awoke. The dream was
still so real in her mind and sweat dropped from her
body in pools. She swore she could still smell the
acrid smell of brimstone and smoke from her room. As
she contemplated the meaning of her dream, she
realized that as a Christian, she had failed in her
duty to"go out to all the world and preach the
gospel." As she thought of that, she promised herself
that the next day, she would call Marsha and invite
her to church with her.
The next morning she called Marsha and this was the
conversation:
Yes, Bill, Is Marsha there?
Louise, you don't know?
No, Bill, know what?
arsha WAS KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR ACCIDENT. I
thought you had known.
bed, and dreamed a very fitful dream. She dreamed
that someone in hell wrote a letter to her, and it was
delivered to her by a messanger, The messenger passed
between the lakes of burning fire and brimstone that
occupies Hell, and found his way to the door that
would lead him to the outside world. (I don't believe
that"s true, but for the purposes of this, I know that
God will work in any way to save souls from the second
death)
Louise dreamed that the messenger walked to her house,
came inside, and gently but firmly woke Louise up. He
gave her the message, saying only that a friend had
wrote it to her from Hell. Louise, in her dream, with
trembling hands took the letter and read:
My friend, I stand in judgement now, and feel that
you're to blame somehow. I was with you all the time
and never did you point the way. You knew the Lord in
truth and glory. But never did you tell the story. My
knowledge then was very dim; You could have led me
safe to Him. Though we lived together on earth, you
never told me of the second birth, and now I stand
this day condemned, because you failed to mention
Jesus. You taught me many things, that's true, I
called you 'friend'and trusted you, but I learn now
that it's too late, too late to repent.You could have
kept me from this fate. We walked by day an talked by
night, and yet you showed me not the light. You knew
I'd never live on high.
Yes , I called you a friend in life and trusted you
through joy and strife and yet on coming to the end I
cannot, now, call you 'My friend.'
Marsha.
After reading the letter, Louise awoke. The dream was
still so real in her mind and sweat dropped from her
body in pools. She swore she could still smell the
acrid smell of brimstone and smoke from her room. As
she contemplated the meaning of her dream, she
realized that as a Christian, she had failed in her
duty to"go out to all the world and preach the
gospel." As she thought of that, she promised herself
that the next day, she would call Marsha and invite
her to church with her.
The next morning she called Marsha and this was the
conversation:
Yes, Bill, Is Marsha there?
Louise, you don't know?
No, Bill, know what?
arsha WAS KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR ACCIDENT. I
thought you had known.
