and you raise your hand to shield them as your second attempt to open
allows just a seam of light to make its way through. You're on your
back in the dirt and who knows how long you've been lying there. As
you stand, the stench of overwhelming death makes its path to your
sense of smell you wish you didn't have right now. You're upright now,
bleeding, and bruised, but all you feel is numb all over. All around
homes are either burned, or in pieces scattered about. You can't see
the grass, all you can make out are mounds of clothes, and blood and
then it hits you.
Your memory returns flashes of images that you are hoping was a dream.
Screams, both of horror, and of plunder come racing back. Before the
massacre you remember laughter, and self-serving sins that were common
to a day's routine. Then darkness and swords, and the world spinning
faster than you thought possible. You ran, you fell, you fought your
way around to who knows where, and you didn't know why.
But now you remember. Some man had spoken about the judgment that was
coming. You, just like everyone else, didn't believe him. Now you do,
but it's too late. There is nothing and no one left. You fall to the
ground as the shock leaves you speechless, and now your thoughts
cannot even register as comprehension leaves you. Your eyes close
again.
Now they're open and you lift your head to see your Bible is turned to
Nahum 3. The images leapt off the pages, and into your nightmare. Just
as the dream, you're speechless and your decision is….
REAL men, we have to choose now. We've heard the word of God, but are
we going to wake up when it's too late, or will we wake up now? I pray
that we find within ourselves the determination to obey the word, and
make it to heaven no matter what. Choose you this day whom you will
serve. As for me, and my house, we will serve the Lord.
Tim Jacobs
