He stood consumed by fear, on the volcano’s summit, listening to fiendish cries of pain and terror that emitted from its depths. He wanted to run from the frightening reality of the existence of hell, but terror froze his limbs.
“Jesus,” he cried brokenly, as Love walked up to him, sadly shaking His head, saying, “Depart from Me, you worker of iniquity. I never knew you. For I was hungry, thirsty, naked and alone, and you wouldn’t help Me.”
He remembered the lonely little boy, whose cries he’d ignored. Now, he was the lonely boy, whose cries would be ignored.
Cheryl A. Showers