To my family I write this letter to warn you not to make the same mistakes I've made. I've lived a lie for over 40 years, you may be reading this wondering what I am talking about, yes I led the church, every Sunday I stood up for... not Christ but myself. I was wearing a mask, thinking I was better then the people watching me. Unknown to me I was turning more people away than were coming in. I was having a good time being fake, but now my friends my time has come and gone. I had many times to accept Christ as my Lord but I let satan blind my eyes with pride. I had what I wanted, to be noticed, to be listened to. I was always right and the rest of you to me where just dirty, unclean sinners. But now I am to face my justice, I saw Jesus coming towards me holding a book covered in blood. He looked at me and I saw in one eye anger and in the other I saw sorrow. I called to him in fear "Lord! Lord! its me! I've been waiting a long time to see you..." My words were cut short by the book being opened, he looked in the book for only a second.... for he knew my ending. "Lord!" I yelled with tears flying from my face, "its me! I've worshipped you! I've saved people in your name!" He closed his eyes as tears of blood came from them, "I do not know thee, depart from me for we have never met." I ran to him and grabbed him, "Please! God don't forsake me!" My words ran dry as he put his hand on my head and said "Who are you?"
Thank you for your repentence. I am on the other end as a prideful intercessor who sees the prideful leader and instead of diligent prayer I expose. Be glad your intercessors and have mercy. In Jesus name you are forgiven and have healed me by your words. Bless you. Take up your bed and walk with signs and wonders following you wherever you go.