The Letter
My friend, After reading the letter, Vanessa awoke. The dream was still so real in her mind, and sweat dripped 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 has 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: Fellow Christians, is this your testimony? Are you witnessing to your friends that you are with everyday? Is there a friend in hell, asking you why you did not tell them about the Lord? As Christians we must be Christ-Like. Christ commanded us to go out and preach His word, so that others would come to the saving knowledge of God. It says in the Bible in Romans 1:16 that we are not to be ashamed of the Gospel of Christ. Also in 2 Timothy 1:8 says the same thing. We must tell our friends about the Lord before it is too late. I need to also, because I have many friends who if they were to die right now, would spend eternity in a place prepared for the devil and his angels. Let's be witnesses to the world, Christians!
One day a woman named Vanessa fell asleep in her bed, and dreamed a very frightful dream. She dreamed that someone in Hell wrote a letter to her, and it was to be delivered to her by a messenger. 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. Vanessa dreamed that the messenger walked to their house, came inside, and gently but firmly woke Vanessa up. He gave her the message, saying only that a friend had wrote it to her from Hell. Vanessa, in her dream, with trembling hands took the letter and read:
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 yout tell the story. My knowledge then was very dim; You could have lead 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, 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".
Marsha
Hi, Bill! Marsha there?
Vanessa, you don't know!
No, Bill. Know what?
Marsha WAS KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR ACCIDENT. I thought you had known.

courtesy of
Seans Midis