The Letter From HELL!!
One day a woman named Louise fell asleep in her bed and dreamed a very fitful dream. She dreamed that someone in Hell wrote her a letter, and a messenger delivered it to her. The messenger passed between the lakes of burning fire and brimstone that occupies Hell, and found the door that would lea him to the outside world. 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. Wit trembling hands, Louise in her dream took it 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 ever did you tell the story. My knowledge then was very dim; You could have led me safely 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 so 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 didn't show me the light. You let me live, love and die, While knowing I'd never live on High. Yes, I called you "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 ran in pools from her body. She swore she could still smell the acrid aroma of brimstone and smoke in her room. As she contemplated the meaning of the 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 in the morning she would call Marsha and invite her to Church. The next morning she did just that and here was that conversation:
"Bill, is Marsha there?"
"Louise, you didn't know?"
"No what Bill?"
"Marsha was killed last night in a car accident! I'm sorry, I thought you'd heard."
Author Unknown
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One day a woman named Louise fell asleep in her bed and dreamed a very fitful dream. She dreamed that someone in Hell wrote her a letter, and a messenger delivered it to her. The messenger passed between the lakes of burning fire and brimstone that occupies Hell, and found the door that would lea him to the outside world. 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. Wit trembling hands, Louise in her dream took it 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 ever did you tell the story. My knowledge then was very dim; You could have led me safely 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 so 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 didn't show me the light. You let me live, love and die, While knowing I'd never live on High. Yes, I called you "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 ran in pools from her body. She swore she could still smell the acrid aroma of brimstone and smoke in her room. As she contemplated the meaning of the 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 in the morning she would call Marsha and invite her to Church. The next morning she did just that and here was that conversation:
"Bill, is Marsha there?"
"Louise, you didn't know?"
"No what Bill?"
"Marsha was killed last night in a car accident! I'm sorry, I thought you'd heard."
Author Unknown
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