David stopped at the local bar that Friday night as usual. They called it the Starlight Tavern. It had been the downfall of many a good man. He always stopped there three out of four Friday nights and gave them at least one fourth of his pay check; Bud, Jerry and Allen were always waiting for him. The four of them were nicknamed, “The good old boys”. They love to drink beer into the wee hours of the morning while playing pool and listening to the honky tonk music on the juke box.
That Friday morning, Sally, his wife told him “please honey come home tonight, we have so many bills to pay and I want to buy the children new boots for Christmas. If you go in that bar and set up all your friends, our children won’t have winter boots and I’m hearing that this is going to be a horrible winter. Each and every time he lost control and went to the tavern, she would threaten to divorce him and he would say, “please honey forgive me just one more time and I will never do it again, I promise”.
She said, “David, just how many times do I have to forgive you”? He had half a hang-over and he did not remember for sure, but he dug down deep into his memory and came up with a number that he learned in Sunday school class as a teenager. Then he gave her that side ways smile that she loved so very much and said “I believe the good Lord above said, seventy time seven”! (Matthew 18:22)
That Saturday morning, long after the new day had rolled around, David helped close down that Starlight Tavern with a big bang. He, Bud, Jerry and Allen exited the bar arm and arm dancing into the street and singing, “We’re just the good old boys”. They told one another good-night, adios, and headed for their prospective vehicles.
About three inches of snow had fallen and before the snow fell there had been a little ice storm, those roads were slicker than glass. Home was just another mile away, and all of a sudden that four door sedan started skidding and ran off the road hitting a tree head on. His head flew up and hit the wind shield and broke the glass out all over his beer filled body, a piece of the glass flew down and stabbed him directly in the heart. He cried out, “Oh my God help me”.
He lay there bleeding to death, looking up at the snow filled sky, watching the falling snow mingle with his own blood. Even in his drunken stage he remembered his grandmother saying, “David, God still loves his children no matter what they do, sin cannot take you so far that God will not hear you when you pray”.
David broke the silence of the morning, there in those snow filled woods by crying out to God with every ounce of strength he had left in his bleeding body. “Oh Lord Jesus, please forgive me and save me from my sins. I confess Jesus that I am a sinner and I know that you were born of the Virgin Mary, and you came to earth and died upon the cross of Calvary that I might inherit eternal life”.
Somewhere in the distance David heard the prettiest music he had ever heard in his life,
It sounded so like harps and rejoicing of a special kind and then his eyes closed and a smile of peace decorated his face as he floated off into eternity.
A note from Davids wife:
At 7:05 on Saturday morning December 2, 2005, we found my husband David in his car, over the edge of the creek bank, just one mile from home. His radio was still blaring all his favorite tunes, the half empty beer can was still stuck between his legs, and he was cold as death, but the look of peace on his face surpassed all understanding.
A note from the author:
Please listen to the voice of the Lord, do not put off salvation until the last minute of your life, even though he is a merciful God, it might be too late. Today is the day of salvation.
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