Visitors? I wasn't expecting any—haven't had any in...I don't remember now. I don't have warm bread, or even cold water, but come in! Come in! Take a seat. Tell me why you came here. Oh, you want to hear what I have to say?
Am I cold? No, I'm not. In reality, I stopped feeling the physical temperatures a long time ago. Oh...I've been here maybe some good three years ago or so—ever since the Emperor Nero had me thrown in this place.
I've watched my brothers and my sisters burn hot with the passion for our Lord—and never falter once as they were led to their deaths. I'm a special case, you see. I walked with our Lord.
I was there, huddled against the cold night's air around a hot fire the night that I betrayed Him. I saw the cold nails pierce His wrists and feet.
The cold...cold nails...
I wonder how they are going to feel when they pierce my warm flesh? Will it burn like a hot brand? Or...will my Lord miraculously allow me not to feel this pain?
I went into my Lord's empty tomb! Even felt His hands—hot with a Heavenly power that I could not understand. I was forgiven and then commanded to tend to my Lord’s chosen people. I was there, that early morning when fire fell from heaven, burning and purifying those of us in the Upper Room.
I guess it is only right that I would taste the nails. Though, I am not worthy to die the same way that my Lord did. I wonder if the centurions have a warm heart or one that is frozen by their evil works?
I'm sorry, here I am just rambling away while you freeze to death. Here, take my cloak. It's not much, but it will keep you a little bit warmer. Where was I?
Purifying fire? Oh! You see, young man, my Lord's sacrifice was not just for Jews but also for Greeks and Romans. Before my Lord changed my life, my heart was cold...as the coldest winter night. Now, my heart is burning hot with passion to tell others.
I know that I will die for this. I know that some day soon the soldiers will come for me.
Quiet. Do you hear them coming?
I must be quick then.
You have a choice; there is no middle ground now that you have heard the truth. Will you become hot with the passion of my Lord or will you walk away and become like the soldiers here, cold? The choice is yours. Choose wisely.
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