Last night I had a dream, I woke up frantic, palms sweaty, heart beating wildly. I dreamt that a good friend of mine had fallen over a precipice into a lake of burning fire. I had tried calling him but he hadn’t heard me, he had kept on walking towards the fire. Wildly I reached for my phone, I had to phone him, and I had to find out if he was alright.
The phone rang for what seemed like hours and then it went onto his voice message. Now my heart was really beating wildly and terror struck me, what if it wasn’t just a dream. What if he really had been sucked into the fires of hell?
I quickly pulled on some clothes and grabbed my keys. I was in my car in a matter of minutes and raced to his place. I knocked on his door but there was no answer. Just then the lady in the flat opposite his opened her door. ‘Are you looking for Mike?’ she asked.
‘Yes,’ I said hurriedly but trying to be polite, ‘where is he?’
‘I’m sorry dear,’ she said, ‘Mike was rushed to hospital last night. I haven’t heard how he is doing but I think it was quite serious.’
‘Thank you, thank you’ I said and hurried to get to the hospital.
I found him in a private ward, in a coma. ‘You can’t die now, Mike,’ I whispered hoarsely, ‘not now. I’m sorry I never told you about Him. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please come back, don’t fall into the fire. Please come back.’
I stayed at his bedside for most of the next couple of days, fighting the fires of hell. ‘You can’t take him, Satan,’ I just about screamed, ‘you can’t take him, I claim him for Jesus.’ I don’t think I have ever fought the fires of hell as viciously as I did then. I could not let my friend drop into that fire. I repented time and time again for having let it get that far without sharing my faith with him.
He was in that coma for a week. It gave me plenty of time to think about my faith, what it meant to me and what it should mean in my relationship to others. I became a real fire-fighter then. I had never been really interested in evangelism or sharing my faith but that week changed everything. I realized what would happen if I didn’t share my faith.
Mike came around the next Tuesday and found me sitting at his bedside. ‘I dreamt you were here,’ he said, ‘you kept on mumbling something about not slipping into the fire.’
‘I have been here this whole week Mike and yes, I have been telling you not to slip into the fire, it’s something we really need to talk about.’
‘What fire, Carey? I don’t see any fire here, is that how I landed up in hospital?’
‘No Mike, but it is where you will go if you don’t listen to what I have to say.’
I spent the next hour sharing with him what I had meant about the fire and how I had fought the fires of hell for him that week. Eventually he agreed to go to church with me and that he would consider carefully what I had said.
He did go and now he has been saved from the fires of hell but my life has changed forever. I will never forget that week and the impact it had on my life. Now I try to tell as many people as I can. I realize that you never know when one of your friends who do not know Jesus might slip into the fire and what would you do then? I don’t want to wait for that day to find out, I will fight the fire for my friends and make sure they see the fire of God and not the fires of hell.
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