TEARS OF A MISSIONARY SERIES #2

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TALES FROM THE PRISONER
I The missionary was busy doing God’s work, when I heared a big metal hit my head from behind, then black out.
Blurry visions, then my pupils began to adjust till what! I was surrounded by walls. Was it a concrete box, a uh….. I couldn’t think cause my head ached. Then lights, then hands. Then I understood I’m in a prison. I am a missionary to this part of Men.
They dragged me to a room and was tied down to a table and beaten up mercilessly, afterwards thrown into my own cell. After resuscitating, I turned to see a nerdy boy, I guess should be about 24 years of age.
“Hi dead fish” he cursed “hi handsome” I replied
“What!, I’ve never heard that in the last 2years and I’m dying tommorow” he expressed.
“What!” I exclaimed. “What’s your name?” He questioned, “I’m Joshua Tommy” I answered “tell me about you” he demanded. “Ok I’m a missionary from Nigaga, I love God, I seek to bring the torn, broken , and lost to a Man called Jesus..he alone is the answer to man’s problem”..I answered. “It’s your turn” “ok, my name is Mark, I was caught after I killed two Men in cold blood, I butchered a 23 year old girl for refusing me to cart away with her money, I was in a lead role in the Holocaust at Demia, I’m a murderer and I’m going to die tommorow, by 4pm, I wonder if God can still Forgive me, even if I will die”
My tears knew no bounds, my heart broke, oh! I wept sore, not for his crimes, but for the fact that he would be lost in eternity if I the missionary was not sent…..then I knew…..
I spoke to him with utmost sincerity and passion, in no distant time he was on his way to Calvary. Mark was born again, and he was filled with Joy and began singing, a song he composed on his accord. Then I saw how the devil turned a could be “minstrel” to a weapon of mass destruction and murders. This was his song
Oh! Jesus Jesus Jesus
Youve proved to a muderer
You still love him
Oh! Jesus Jesus Jesus
You’ve shown me
Love beyond my sins
Thank you for Loving Me
Thank you for Loving Me
I could hear the melody and the polished voice
I could see a saint out of mark, we were in tears.
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The morning came, I woke up to hear Mark singing amidst tears. When he knew I woke up, he screamed ” Joshua, I saw Jesus! I saw Jesus oh!, I saw Jesus…thank you Joshua for showing me Jesus!…”. Then he broke down and wept sore….”JOEY! do you know what Jesus told me?…I won’t die anymore,.. I’ll see my love ones again”….
Oh friends, I wept sore, for Joy.
But in a distance, I could hear the screams of other prisoners under the pangs of death passing away to eternal doom.
As I turned I saw Mark in tears on his Knees praying this
“Dear Jesus, the screams I’m hearing are people like me on thier way to the Hell fire Joey talked about, Lord! You sent Joey to me, please can you send many more Joey’s to come here and preach to my sinner friends that are about dying to hell, so that you can appear to them and tell them they’ll not die ,that they’ll see thier loved ones again.
Please Jesus, they have love ones, they have beautiful daughters, they have sons , they have wives, they have …and he fell into a great wailing I’ve Never seen in my life before………..
Dear Reader, Mark prayed that God should send you to preach to the prisoners …..what are you doing about it, what are you doing ……a soul Wii die today, without Christ, do you think it’s fun for heaven, it’s a sad and bad story…..
Please I beesech you ….STAND UP AND DO THE GREAT WORK OF THE GOSPEL
# slavewiththebeautifulfeet
© Joshua Tom

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