Whats your excuse?

One day a woman named Louise fell asleep in her bed and dreamed a very fearful 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 are to blame somehow. On earth, I walked with your day by day and never did you point the way. You knew the Lord in truth and glofy 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 earth you never told me of his second birth. Now I stand this day condemned because you failed to mention Him.

You taught me many things that are 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 my 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. Yet on coming to the end, I cannot 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 body in pools. She swore she could still smell the acrid smell of brimstone and smoke from her roo. As she contemplated the meaning of her dream she realized as a Christian she has failed in her duty to "go to all the world and preach the gospel". As she thought of that she promised herslef 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 converation: Yes, Bill is Marsha there? Louise, didn't you know? No what Bill? Marsha was killed last night in a car accident. I thought you knew.

What is our excuse today, tomorrow, and next week? There may not be another chance!