Quote from Forum Archives on February 24, 2003, 12:17 am

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

<>< DON'T WAIT UNTIL IT IS TOO LATE ><>

I had on new clothes,
New sneaks on my feet.
I was there for class on time,
Went to the back and took my seat.

 

Yeah, I'm moving up,
I'm already grown.
Soon I'll be graduating,
And out on my own.

 

I talked to some of my friends,
We were all having fun.
Said some things I shouldn't have said,
Did stuff I shouldn't have done.

 

I knew I was different.
I felt God touch my heart,
I knew I should set a standard,
But then I'd be set apart.

 

Walking to the bus,
I was not looking for strength.
I heard the car tires screeching,
But now it's too late.

 

I'm standing in this room,
And I can see the heavenly gate.
Oh no! I never prayed.
I thought I had time to get it straight.

 

An angel walked up to me,
He had a book in his hand.
I knew it was the Book of Life,
When would this dream end?

 

I told him my name,
And he began to look.
Then he looked at me sadly and said,
Your name is not in this book.

 

Angel, this is a dream,
No, I can't be dead!
He closed the book and turned away,
He whispered - You cannot proceed ahead.

 

No...no this can't be real,
Angel, you can't turn me away.
Let me talk to God,
Maybe he'll let me stay.

 

He led me to the gate,
Jesus came to me.
He did not let me in but said,
Beloved what is your need?

 

Jesus, I cried, please,
Don't cast me away from you.
Tears ran down his face as he said,
You knew what you needed to do.

 

Lord, please I'm young,
I never thought I would die.
I thought I'd have plenty of time,
Death caught me by surprise.

 

Lord, I went to church,
Please Jesus, I believe.
He said you would not accept me,
My love you would not receive.

 

Lord, there were too many hypocrites,
They weren't being true.
He took a step back and asked,
What does that have to do with you?

 

Lord, my family claimed to be saved,
They weren't real. You know.
He said, I died for you,
Now I have to go.

 

I fell to my knees crying to Him,
Lord, I planned to be real tomorrow.
I couldn't make Him understand,
I had never felt such sorrow.

 

Then it hit me hard, I said,
Lord, where will I go?
He looked into my eyes
and said, My child you already know.

 

Please Jesus, I begged,
The place is so hot.
It seemed to trouble and grieve him,
He whispered, DEPART FROM ME, I KNOW YOU NOT.

 

Lord, you're supposed to be love,
How can you send me to damnation?
He replied, With your mouth you said you loved me,
But each day you rejected my salvation.

 

With that in an instant,
Day turned into night.
I never knew such torture could be,
Now too late, I know the Bible is right.

 

If I can tell you anything,
Hell has no age.
It is a place of torture,
Separated from God and full of rage.

 

You know, I thought it was funny--a joke,
But this one thing is true.
If you never accept Jesus Christ,
HELL IS WAITING FOR YOU!

 

So please, ask Him into your heart.

 

It is the best decision you'll ever make.

 

You don't need to straighten out your life, just bring Him the broken pieces.

 

You don't need to join a church first, become a member of His family first.

 

You don't need to perform worthy deeds, His one deed took care of it all!

 

You don't have to believe a "doctrine", just believe in Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior.

 

Sitting in a garage doesn't make you a car, just as sitting in a church doesn't make you a "believer". Even Satan BELIEVES! But does he accept the gift of salvation? NO!

 

You don't have to "give up everything that's fun"; He gave up His life for you!

 

There is no other decision that can change your life forever!

 

DON'T WAIT UNTIL IT IS TOO LATE

 

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<>< THE RIGHT QUESTION  ><>

 

There were a thousand reasons not to stop. 
I was running late for a Very Important... well, whatever it was that 
I was running late for that day. The freeway was busy -- I might have 
caused an accident or something. Surely the Highway Patrol would be along 
soon, and it's their job to help stranded motorists, isn't it? And I had 
on my navy blue suit, with a light blue shirt and a silk tie. Not exactly 
car-fixing clothes, you know? 

 

Let's see -- that makes 1,004 reasons not to stop. And here's 1,005: 
I am the world's worst auto mechanic. Public enemy No. 1 on the AAA's Ten 
Most Wanted list. Mr. WhatsaWrench. 

 

The first time I tried to change my car's oil myself I did fine -- 
until I forgot to put the new oil in. The boys down at the garage had a 
big laugh over that one. The next time, I remembered to put in the new oil 
-- only I put it in the transmission. That triggered a letter from the 
Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Chryslers. They suggested I get a 
horse. 

 

Don't get me wrong. I'm not feeling sorry for myself. God has given 
me other talents to use for the benefit of mankind. But I'm not sure how 
much it would have helped that lady whom was stranded by the side of the 
freeway if I would have pulled over and belched on cue. 
So I didn't pull over. I drove on by, just like hundreds of other 
drivers on the freeway that day. And I felt guilty about it. 
So I turned off at the next exit and made my way back to see if I 
could at least give her a lift or something. But by the time I got back to 
her, an Hispanic gentleman had pulled in behind her, and was tinkering 
away at her car's engine like he knew what he was doing. 

 

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked. 

 

"No, thank you," the lady replied. "This nice man says he can fix it." 
At that moment, a voice from under the hood shouted: "OK, try it now!" 
The woman reached for the key and turned it. The engine started 
beautifully. 

 

"It was your serpentine belt," the man explained, wiping his hands on 
his pants. "It slipped off. It's pretty worn. You want to take that to a 
mechanic, get a new one put on." 

 

The woman tried to give the freeway Samaritan some money, but he 
declined and waved as she drove off. It wasn't until we started walking 
toward our cars that I noticed he had five more reasons not to stop than I 
did; his family was sitting in the station wagon, waiting patiently. "Do 
you stop and help people like this often?" I asked. 

 

He shrugged. "Somebody has to," he said. "What's she going to do if 
nobody helps?" 
And for him, that was reason enough. 

 

In his final sermon, given the night before his assassination, Dr. 
Martin Luther King Jr. took as his text the Biblical parable of the Good 
Samaritan. In the story, a man is attacked by thieves and left by the 
roadside. Several travelers happen upon him, but they pass by. 
Eventually, someone does stop to help, although it is the one person who 
might have had a reason not to. He is a Samaritan and the victim is a Jew. 
Those folks didn't get along any better back then than they do now. 
According to Dr. King, those who passed by the injured man were asking 
themselves the wrong question: "If I help this man, what will happen to 
me?" 

 

The Good Samaritan stopped to help because he asked the right 
question: "If I don't help this man, what will happen to him?" 
Dr. King spent a lifetime asking the right question. If we truly want 
to honor him, then we need to ask ourselves that question, too. 
No matter how many reasons we may think we have not to.

 

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<>< Would YOU Stay Or Run ><>

 

Imagine this happening to you. Would you run or stay...

 

One Sunday morning during service, a 2,000 member congregation was surprised to see two men enter, both covered from head to toe in black and carrying sub-machine guns. One of the men proclaimed, "Anyone willing to take a bullet for Christ remain where you are."

 

Immediately, the choir fled, the deacons fled, and most of the congregation fled. Out of the 2,000 there only remained around 20. The man who had spoken took off his hood, looked at the preacher and said, "Okay Pastor, I got rid of all the hypocrites. Now you may begin your service. Have a nice day!" And the two men turned and walked out.

 

Have a Blessed Day

Dave and Barbara

 

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