*A MUST READ...don't pass by*

One day a woman named Louise fell asleep
in her bed, and dreamed a very fitful dream.
She dreamed that someone in Hell wrote a
letter to her, and it was to be delivered to her
by a messenger. The messenger passed
between the lakes of burning fire and
brimstone that occupies Hell, and found his
way to the door that would lead him to
the outside world. Louise dreamed that the
messenger walked to her house, came
inside, and gently but firmly woke Louise up.
He gave her the message, saying only that a
friend had wrote it to her from Hell. Louise,
in her dream, with trembling hands took the
letter and read:
My Friend,
I stand in Judgment now,
And feel that you're to blame somehow.
On earth, I walked with you day by day,
And never did you point the way.
You knew the Lord in truth and glory,
But never did you tell the story.
My knowledge then was very dim;
You could have led me safe to Him.
Though we lived together on the earth,
You never told me of the second birth,
And now I stand this day condemned,
Because you failed to mention Him.
You taught me many things, that's true,
I called you "friend" and trusted you,
But I learn now that it's too late,
You could have kept me from this fate.
We walked by day and talked by night,
And yet you showed me not the Light.
You let me live, and love, and die,
You knew I'd never live on high.
Yes, I called you a "friend" in life,
And trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet on coming to the end,
I cannot, now, call you "My Friend."
Marsha
After reading the letter, Louise awoke. The
dream was still so real in her mind and
sweat dropped from her bodyin pools. She
swore she could still smell the acrid smell of
brimstone and smoke from her room. As she
contemplated the meaning of her dream, she
realized that as a Christian, she has failed in
her duty to "go out to all the world and
preach the gospel." As she thought of that,
she promised herself that the next day, she
would call Marsha and invite her to church
with her.
The next morning she called Marsha and this
was the conversation:
Yes, Bill, Is Marsha there?
Louise, you don't know?
No, Bill, know what?
Marsha WAS KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR
ACCIDENT. I thought you had known.