A Letter From Hell

Came across this beautiful, heart touching story from a Christian magazine and wanted to share it immediately...

One evening Louise fell asleep and had a very fitful dream. She dreamed that someone in Hell wrote a letter to her; it was to be hand-delivered. The Messenger passed between the lakes of burning fire and brimstone that occupy Hell, and
found his way to the door leading to the outside world.

Louise dreamed that the Messenger walked to her house, came inside, and gently but firmly woke her up. He handed her the message, saying only that a friend had wrote 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.
On earth, I walked with you day by day,
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 the earth,
You never told me of The second Birth,
and now I stand this day condemned,
Because you failed to mention Him.

You taught me many things, that’s true,
I called you “Friend” and trusted you,
But I learn now that it’s too late,
You could have kept me from this fate.

We walked by day and talked by night,
And yet you showed me not the Light.
You let me live, and love, and die,
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”.

From
Marsha

After reading the letter, Louise awoke. The dream was so real in her mind and sweat dripped from her body in pools. She could still smell the acrid smell of brimstone and smoke in the room. As she contemplated The meaning of her dream, she realized that 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.

The next morning she called Marsha. Marsha’ s husband Bill answered the phone…….

“Yes, Bill, Is Marsha there? ”

“Louise, you don’t know?”

“No, Bill, know what?”

“Marsha died last night in a car accident.”

Are you sharing your faith with your friends that you are with everyday? Will you have friends or family members in Hell, asking why you did not tell them about Jesus? How many can hold you accountable for not telling them about Jesus and His Love. Isn't there someone you were supposed to tell about Jesus today?

Words with Friends

Realized today that it might be time to post in my blog. I was in search of a topic and finally gave up. I have always found that writing came easy. A bit here, a bit there, a little striking out, a little more writing and a bit of cut- copy - paste brings out wonders or at least something readable. But what I do publish, is less than a tenth of what I write.

It is a comfort when words pour out with no need of restrain, and a greater comfort when they are struck out and thrown into the waste paper basket - knowing it has served its purpose. I was told once by a friend, that pouring out ones thoughts onto a piece of paper helps vent emotions better than taking it out on anyone in particular. I agree, it was a very wise advice, but I also find that papers are always not always in arms reach, let alone a pen, and tempers rage out of control in the mean while(I am a Taurus, so I should know). It's the same like punching a pillow 10 times or counting to a hundred when the blood is boiling(But I hear punching a face rather than a pillow is a thousand times more effective :) )

I have a diary where I write only when I am happy. My brother says it beats the actual purpose of maintaining a dairy in the first place, but this diary cheers me up. And every time I am blue, or things go out of control, I read from it and it lifts my spirit. Words carefully chosen has worked magic all through the ages, and is no different for me.

And when this monologue doesn't work, of course there is no better rainbow in the sky than talking to a friend. I have been blessed with some really awesome friends who share my everything.

There are times when I go to where the whole world seems to be going for- Log into face book, and its like a diary of what all your friends have been doing all the time you were offline. Who is going where, who is dating who, who got dumped, who got a new job... the list goes on. It's great knowing you are all still together, knowing all that's happening even though you are miles apart. And with the mobile web, this is much more convenient. We always hear of how in the old ages, friends stayed in touch even though they never see each other for years on end? And how now friends can be together online 24/7 and also see through the web. Makes me wonder if we should really be complaining how fast technology is evolving and how it is affecting the people. Isn't it truly ironical?