I Once Was A Friend Of Death

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A flashback I had a while ago coming out of the movie theater. A reflection on my life without Christ.

Submitted: March 02, 2012

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I saw a person in black the other day. I don’t know what kind of heavy metal he would listen to. Or if he would listen to punk rock. I remembered that day that just six months ago I was a friend of death. Death would speak to me; I would smile and say something back. There was always something familiar between me and death. I would receive the silent comfort of knowing that something was beside me. Yet when somebody would mention to me of God I felt like I was at the edge of a cliff, and before me was a gap. And I never dared to cross that gap to the other side. I would just stay with my old friend, that silent comfort. Yet there came a day when I had to confront myself. There came a day when my life was attacked, and my old way of living threatened. I said to myself: “This time I will make my leap, I will cross to the other side.” When I got to the other side I looked for death and he was nowhere to be found.

 

 

 

"And you, who once were alienated and enemies in your mind by wicked works, yet now He has reconciled in the body of His flesh through death, to present you holy, and blameless, and above reproach in His sight." (Colossians 1: 21, 22)


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