I Am Called

Honk! Honnnnk!! I was just bobbing my head to the music when this car behind me started blaring their horn. I guess I was just caught in boredom rather than the living world as I crossed the Lancaster Bridge. “What the hell do you want?” I scream into the rearview mirror, but ten realize that the car behind me is slipping sideways. I whirl around fast to see if the car was really swerving but then realized they were still closer to the line—I was straying. Suddenly, in slow motion I see the mangled guardrail, clear emotionless sky, turbulent water crashing against the pillars, and then my reflection just before plummeting into the frigid realm below.
Something about that sight froze me, it wasn’t the water enveloping me or the fear of dying, it was the youth meeting I had been to last night. We had talked about the man, Jesus, who died to save us. He was humiliated, beaten, cursed, spat upon, and crowned with thorns to save us from hell. The entire meeting I heard what the pastor preached, but I was more preoccupied with the friends I was going bar hopping with afterwards. It was in this moment that everything he had said clicked in my soul. Jesus is my savior and I am not supposed to be in this car about to drown.
“It’s too late,” I thought to myself. I was suffocating and the water around me gnawed my skin threatening to tear through it. Then as my body decided to give up, figures came out of the water, not angels—demons. They picked at the lock and scratched at the window, sneering and taunting, “Take it all in sister this is the last time you will ever feel water again.” Their charred black fingers then wrapped around me ripped me from the car, whisked me downward through the earth. The drag me through a cold dark tunnel, jeering me like Jesus was, then, I see the flames. My eyes alight with terror as the flames flicker in them. My shivering, cold, body feels like a tower of salt ready to dissolve. Then I hear a voice calling out to me, “My Child, Come.” The demons shriek in mortal pain and then they jump head first into the flames. Jesus stands before me; he wraps me in his arms, kisses my face, and says, “Be free, but remember My name and share It with the world.”
I hear the honking again and I see the light circling around me. A man reaches through my broken door and pulls me to the surface where I am places into a boat and hurried to the hospital. They ask me what happened, but I don’t remember; I don’t care. All I know is that I am called to be a witness for the lord in this living world.

I Am Called


Joined January 2008

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This is the story of a woman, lost in her soul, who is involved in a terrible crash over a bridge and while walking the path to hell she is saved by Jesus Christ and then wakes up in the hospital with no memory except the knowledge that she has been called to make a difference in the world she lives in.

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