Letter From A Friend

How then shall they call on
Him in whom they have not   
believed? And how shall they
believe in Him of whom they
have not heard? And how shall
they hear without a preacher?
Romans 10:14

One day a woman named Louise fell asleep in her bed, and dreamed a very fitful dream. She dreamed that a friend wrote a letter to her from hell. It was to be delivered to her by a messenger. The messenger passed between the lakes of burning fire and brimstone of HELL, and found the door that would lead him to the outside world.

Louise dreamed that the messenger walked to her house came inside, and gently but firmly woke her up. He gave her the message, saying only that a friend had written to her from HELL. In her dream, Louise took the letter with trembling hands and read:

My Friend,

I stand in the judgment now,
And feel that you're to blame somehow.
On earth, I walked with you day by day,
And never did you point the away.

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 learned, 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".

----------------- 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 the 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.

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?"

"Marsha WAS KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR ACCIDENT. I thought you knew."


Fellow Christians, is this your testimony? Are you witnessing to your friends that you are with everyday? Or will there be a friend of yours in hell, asking you why you did not tell them about Jesus?

----- Jack T. Chick-----

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