Today, when I returned to my cell at the end of the workday...
...I sat down on my bunk and began to give thanks to the Lord. You see, it was twenty-three years ago on the 10th of August that I stood on the brink of eternity. For it was at this time that police officers surrounded me with their guns drawn.
I could have been shot dead right on the spot! If any one of those officers opened fire, which could have easily happened on that dark street, I would have gone straight to Hell. For at the time (1977) I was a demon-possessed, tormented, lost and evil man who hated Jesus Christ.
The Lord in His mercy protected me because He knew there would come a day when my sins would be forgiven, that I would repent and believe the Gospel.
I was arrested in 1977, and in 1987 the Lord began to soften my heart and touch me. It had been a long gap in between, with even another brush with death in 1979, when an inmate slit my throat with a razor blade. I could have died right then on a cellblock tier in the infamous Attica Prison.
Yet here I stand today in the year 2000, praising God and thanking Him. I know I am so undeserving of His mercy. But with each day, not only am I grateful, but I am learning that God's mercy is like His love. It cannot be measured.
D.B.
I could have been shot dead right on the spot! If any one of those officers opened fire, which could have easily happened on that dark street, I would have gone straight to Hell. For at the time (1977) I was a demon-possessed, tormented, lost and evil man who hated Jesus Christ.
The Lord in His mercy protected me because He knew there would come a day when my sins would be forgiven, that I would repent and believe the Gospel.
I was arrested in 1977, and in 1987 the Lord began to soften my heart and touch me. It had been a long gap in between, with even another brush with death in 1979, when an inmate slit my throat with a razor blade. I could have died right then on a cellblock tier in the infamous Attica Prison.
Yet here I stand today in the year 2000, praising God and thanking Him. I know I am so undeserving of His mercy. But with each day, not only am I grateful, but I am learning that God's mercy is like His love. It cannot be measured.
D.B.