Are your feet burning?

I remember when I was little, my mama told me about this man. I don’t know if he was related to her or just an acquaintance, but the old man was dying and he was not a Christian. Mama said that he was known for his mean ways and was proud that he was not a Christian. Well, when the man was on his deathbed, seems he started screaming that his feet were burning—not just crying but gut-wrenching wailing was coming from him. Mama said that he was crying like that because the fires of hell were lapping at his feet!

Well, fast forward a few years—I was out of high school and into the party scene. Some of my friends and I had big plans on that Friday night. We were going to a football game to watch our high school team play, but first we had to stop and get some alcoholic beverages. We were going down the road—I was riding alone in the backseat of the car and two of my friends were in the front (now I couldn’t tell you who they were for anything!). I had on blue jeans and tennis shoes and I remember my feet started getting hot—and that story my mama told me about that man started coming back to me. I took off my shoes and socks but that didn't seem to help-I thought I was going to die right there in that back seat—I was convinced that we were going to wreck and I was going to die and go straight to hell! That was a horrible, horrible feeling—something I hope to never experience again.

It is embarrassing to admit that I did things that I am not proud of before Jesus rescued me--and rescue me is exactly what He did. I was on the road to destruction all in the name of fitting in and having fun. I can remember that I didn't really desire to do those bad things, but it was a way to be accepted into a group of "cool" people. I shudder to think of the depths that I lowered myself trying to fill a void that only God could have filled--of course, I didn't know that at the time--I was just striving for attention and love. I just thank my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ for loving me and removing all the sins that separated me from Him. It is hard to fathom how He could still love me--but I know that He does!

Well, I know I will never experience the fear of going to hell again because I know that I know that I know that if I were to die tonight—I will go to heaven. I will take my last breath here on earth and my next will be in heaven with my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. It is such an overwhelming sense of peace to know that I will get to spend eternity—that’s forever folks—with the One who created me. I just cannot imagine how it will be. I think about the judgment houses that I have been in the past with the final part being in heaven—and how I don’t want to leave! I can’t imagine how heaven will really be—I don’t think any of us has an inkling of just how wonderful it will be. Hope to see you there!

Isaiah 61

The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
2 to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,

3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes, the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor.

4 They will rebuild the ancient ruins
and restore the places long devastated;
they will renew the ruined cities
that have been devastated for generations.

THANK YOU LORD JESUS!!