I feel the walls close in around me. How long until I have no more space to breathe or move.
The concrete jungle of New York with all its trappings gives me vertigo. I'm not sure where it ends and I begin anymore. I walk on the streets looking
up at all the tall buildings and they start to spin round and around.
I faint on the hot, stinking bubble gum and cigarette butt encrusted pavement.
When I can slowly open my eyes again a senior member if ISIS dressed in black, stands over me and his ax falls and my heart misses a beat but my head
does not come off and he disappears.
Then a big violent arrogant man walks up to me and kicks me just for fun. I hear a rib or two crack then he laughs and walks away.
Next a crack addict walks up to where I'm laying and as I lie there helpless he rummages through my clothes and steals my shoes, watch and wallet.
Next a homosexual deviant stands over me and takes a pee. Some goes in my mouth and I try hard to spit it out and not to gag. Next they are all
standing over me laughing at me and I turn on to my side to start to sob and as it starts to snow they all walk away from me together.
I wonder how I got here to be so alone and hated. Why could I not hold on to love? Why at every step did I throw all the love away. Or did I? Or is it
a case of no one loved me in my whole life? I mean REALLY loved me. I mean people. I know Jesus loves me.
I guess then it is time for me to die and the last thought I have is a memory of a life lived with unloving people. So the ISIS man and the arrogant
man and the crack head and the deviant. Some how dying with them made me almost feel like I was dying amongst friends.
I lay on the sidewalk alone in the snow with my memory until I die.
My eyes close. To the material world I am but a frozen corpse alone on the streets of New York. Just another day.
My spirit does not die. I awake to find myself in a throne room and all I can feel is love. I fall on the floor and just sob for I never expected to
ever feel love again and here WAS love. Love waited patiently for me to sob and when I was finished He asked me what I wanted and how I felt and if
there was anything He could do for me. I sobbed some more and at the end of it managed to get out a, 'Thank you'
'I'm fine' I said 'please will you let me be free?' I asked. 'You are free.' He said and showed me the door where I could go through if I wanted to
explore the universe. 'Will you come with me' I asked as I looked over my shoulder as I was about to leave. 'You know I'm with you' was the gentle
reply. I smiled an inward real smile. The first in a long long time and then I blasted off into space to explore the ENTIRE universe with the eternal
life I was just given.
I don't know if this is what happens after I die but its what I want and the only one I can trust in is king JESUS, friend of lepers!
I woke up in the night from my nightmare/dream sobbing because long to be there with Him.
I'm sobbing still now because I long to be there with Him.
How long will we all be abused before we are rescued by love?
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