Imagine walking through a war-torn city with bodies strewn all over the street. Snipers shoot from behind buildings. Bombs go off. More carnage. Some shooters smile with promises of safety but they pull out a gun and shoot those who were so enticed. Then you notice there are some whom the guns don't bother for they are bulletproof. The late Dr. Frank Pollard preached only with faith can we survive spiritual warfare. We are too weak, easily outsmarted, prey to deception if we try to fight such battles on our own. So how does one become bulletproof? Dr. Pollard answers the question in the 1998 sermon posted below. Enjoy.
LETTER FROM HELL
One day a woman named Louise 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 Hell, and found his way to 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 Louise up. He gave her the message, saying only a friend had written it to her from Hell. Louise, in her dream, with trembling hands took the letter and read:
My Friend I stand in 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 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." ---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 acidic stench of brimstone and smoke from her room. As she contemplated the meaning of her dream, she realized that as a Christian, she 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: "Bill, Is Marsha there?" "Louise, you dont know?" "No, Bill, know what?" "Marsha was KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR ACCIDENT. I thought you knew?"
-Author Unknown
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