By Jim T. "Towers"
I was supposed to have died a while back, and sometimes I feel as though I may do so soon. But since I'm ready to meet my maker, I have no fear of death. In fact, my evangelistic zeal has only increased. Especially as I see the fast approaching of the "Tribulation period" mentioned in the book of Revelation.
Insofar as my acting career is concerned, I just finished filming a soliloquy featuring Melchior, one of the three Magi who followed the star to Christ lying in the manger. And am preparing to portray a Jewish Priest on stage.
Like I said, God is working overtime in my life, and I will be appearing on stage singing Broadway show tunes sometime in March and so I have a lot of rehearsing to do.
In the meantime, I will be signing Christmas carols acapella at a park here in Naples, Florida. Since it is a spontaneous thing no one will know until it comes out on You Tube or Twitter. From that I will stage another event the first of January. Until then, I hope to be sharing Christ whenever and wherever I can like I did the other night.
It was about midnight when I began to experience chest pains and so I had Caroline, my wife, drive me to emergency. On the way I had to plead with her to take me to the Waffle house on the way there. She thought I should get to the hospital as soon as possible but I insisted since I hate hospital food and knew they wouldn't feed me until noon the next day. Besides that, I hate saltless hospital food and their sugarless bitter coffee.
We stopped at the Waffle House and as we walked in the door, we couldn’t help but notice six young black teenagers between the ages of sixteen and eighteen sitting and standing around a booth with one young white girl between them about sixteen years old. The waitress seated us across from them and one booth down.
The young man didn’t seem menacing and were well groomed but sporting dreadlocks. I was facing them and as we ate, I looked for overt signs of potential criminality, but they were just acting cocky -as most boys are apt to do.
When we finished, I told Caroline to go to the car and wait for me. I had something I had to do. She did as I told her. God had told me to talk to these young men and I didn't want to disappoint Him. This Divine appointment was so I could warn the of the imminent Rapture and of Christ's return.
I figured the biggest oldest boy was the leader and approached him. "Are you the leader?" I asked.
The big arrogant boy looked at me with craned neck and a sidelong glance, "What's it to you?" I stepped closer and I said, "The Lord wants me to warn you boys that we are living in the last days and soon the Rapture will take place."
"I don't know about such things, but he does (pointing)".
I approached the other young man and asked, "Are you a Christian?"
He looked up sheepishly, "Yes sir, I am."
The other boys quit jesting to see where this would end up.
"Then you should know about the Rapture and End Times?"
"Yes, I do sir, but the other guys don't believe me when I talk about those things."
"Well, I'm here to tell you that we are living in the last days and that we have to get our lives in order by receiving and following Christ."
Then I reached for my wallet and handed the young man a handful of my cards. "These websites will tell you what you need to know to prepare for Christ's coming."
"Thanks man" they all said in unison.
And I was on my way to the hospital thinking God had set all of this up. The timing was too precise to have been a coincidence. Besides, as a Jewish sage once said, "With God, there are no coincidences".
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