By Sue Cass
The day is sunny and bright. People are gathered in celebration of the holiday. Flags rustle in the wind and cheers fill the air as the speaker on the podium completes his speech.
The aroma of barbecue fills the air. Ice tea is served up by the gallons, potato salad is chilled on ice, and the baked beans are hot and savory. People are heard laughing, talking, and sharing stories of times past. Families sit at long wooden tables or gather on blankets on the grass enjoying the day and the celebrations.
As evening light begins to fade the crowd begins to disperse. The roar of a motorcycle’s engine deafens the person standing near by. Slamming his hands over his ears he yells at the rider, “You’ll be sorry for that, sucker!” The rider laughs and roars off down the street.
Night falls and the country road is dark. The beam from the single head light reaches out in front to guide the way. The rider is engrossed in thoughts about the day and doesn’t hear the engine of a pickup truck speeding up behind him.
The crash can be heard for miles as the motorcycle rider is thrown several feet in the air as his motorcycle slides haphazardly down the pavement. The pickup truck flips and rolls several times off the side of the road.
An ambulance arrives and a Man steps out and looks about. The smell of spilled gasoline fills the air. He sees the overturned truck and sees the driver lying sprawled beneath the carnage. Kneeling down He reaches under the metal to try to pull the driver to safety, but the driver is dead.
He sees the motorcycle and finds the rider sprawled several feet away in the grass. He approaches and kneels down. The man groans and is barely alive.
“I’m here to help you,” the Man states.
The rider groans and asks in barely a whisper, “Am I going to die?”
The Man leans close so the rider can hear Him. “Yes, but you can live forever.”
“How?” the rider asks weakly.
“Ask Me to forgive you and be your Lord and Savior.”
The Man leans far down with His ear close to the rider’s mouth. The rider whispers so softly that the Man can barely hear him.
“I give you my life. Forgive me, Jesus.” His eyes slowly close and with one last breath he enters the kingdom of God.
(Sue’s version) Romans 10:13 – Romans 6:23 – 2 Peter 3:9
Republished with permission Sues’s Pen2PaperBlog
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Having completed my college years I made my career as a flight attendant for a major airline. Many years later I retired. Georgia is my home since 1968.
I met, married, and buried my husband here. Very soon after my husband went to be with the Lord, “God rattled my cage” and I became a follower of Christ.
I have devoted my life to Him. He has done much within me, for me, and through me.
In other words, He transformed my life.
I am an abuse survivor. I am the founder & C.E.O. of Elah Ministries, Inc. A non-profit 501c3 ministry that offers hope, healing, and deliverance to hurting souls. I have ministered to both men and women survivors of childhood sexual abuse and have seen the grace of God work mightily in both individual lives and through the support groups I have led.
Along the way by God’s grace I became an author. I do speaking engagements, book signings, prayer ministry, and whatever the Lord calls me to do.
There are times I need to “run away” and my favorite place for relaxation is a beach with ocean waves rolling in, the sun, sea air,
seagulls swooping down for the potato chips I offer, my swimming suit filled with sand, and a good book. It calms my soul.