Good morning my beloved!!! You’ve got to tell somebody about the love of God!!! A woman name Derene one day in her sleep had a dream. She dreamt that someone in hellwrote a letter to her, and it was 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. Derene dreamt that the messenger walked straight to her house, came inside and gently but firmly woke her up and gave her the message, saying “only that a friend wrote it toyou from hell”. Derene, in her dream, with trembling hands took the letter, opened and read: “My friend Derene, I stand in judgement now, and I feel that you’re to be blamed somehow. Never did you point the way Derene. You knew the Lordin truth and glory, but never did you tell the story. My knowledge then was dim; you could have led me safely to him. Though we lived together on the earth, you never told me about the second birth, and now I stand this day condemned because youfailed to mention Him to me. You taught me many things Derene, that’s true and I appreciated you, I called you ‘friend’ and I trusted you, but I learnt now it’s too late, you could have kept me from this fate. We walked by day and talked by night Derene and yet, you showed me not the light. You let me live, and love, and die; you knew I’d never lived on high. Yes Derene, I called you ‘friend’ in life, I 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, Derene woke. 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 realised that as a Christian, she had failed in her duty to ‘go preach the gospelto all’ including her friends and relatives. As she thought of that, she promised herself thatthe next day, she will call Marsha and invite her to church with her. The next morning she called Marsha and a male voice came, this was the conversation: Derene: Hello, yeah Bill is Derene, is Marsha there? Bill: Derene, you don’t know? Derene: No, Bill, know what? Bill: MARSHA WAS KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR ACCIDENT. I thought you knew. Phone hangs.----- Pls if you are a believer – new or old, send this to others and let them know you are a ‘true friend’. “Yesterday Is Not Ours To Recover, But Tomorrow Is Ours To Win or Loose.” - LyndonB. Johnson have wonderful week ahead. Shallom!
Posted on: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 09:12:14 +0000
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