I woke up that morning, got ready for work, and drove off from my house to my job. It was a lovely day, sunny but with a cool breeze. A perfect day for the kind of work that I did. I was a Meter Reader for the electric company, and I preferred walking around and doing my route on days that were not too hot and not too cold.

Work was uneventful. I had a pretty good route that day, and I even finished kind of early. In this line of work, you have a certain number of houses to do, and whatever time you finished, you got to go home. So even though I left home at 7:30 a.m., I was already on my way back home and finished for the day by 12:30 p.m. Yes, it was turning out to be a pretty good day.

I got home, pulled up to the driveway, opened up the garage door, and parked my car. Then I walked from the garage through the backyard and to the back door of my house. That was the way I always went. I don't remember what was on my mind as I walked. I probably was thinking about what I would have for lunch.

Well, I opened up the back door, took a couple of steps inside, and before I knew it, some guy with a gun was standing right there with me in my laundry room. Apparently he had gotten in through the doggie door. I don't know why I even had a doggie door. I didn't have a dog.

This armed young man told me to lay on the floor. I did what he said. It was at that time that two other men came into the room. So now I am surrounded by three strange men, at least one holding a gun, and they are demanding to know, "Where is the money? Where is the money?" I drove a kind of flashy car, and for some reason these men were under the impression that I had money. They had broken into my house and waited all day for me to come home so they could rob me. Well, with my head down and my eyes to the floor, I kept telling them that there was no money, that I just had a regular job.

As these events were transpiring, I felt like I was in some kind of bad dream. At first I wasn't scared, but then all kinds of thoughts began to go through my head. What if they rape me? What if they kill me? At that point I began to cry and cry. I kept thinking to myself, "They are going to kill me, and I'm going to be laying here on my hallway floor in my own blood and no one is going to find me until who knows when."

Well, we went back and forth for a while -- them asking me about the money, and me crying and insisting that I had no money -- when finally one of them told the other one, "Get her car keys. Let's get out of here."

Then something happened that scared me to the very core of my soul. One of the intruders told me to look up. Now, you have to understand that since this whole ordeal had started, I had my head to the floor facedown, and I hadn't gotten a good look at any of these men. And now he is telling me to look at him? Why did he want me to look at him? I thought for sure that he was going to kill me. I believed that he was going to kill me and that for some reason he wanted me to look him in the eyes before he did it. So I cried even harder and told him I didn't want to look up. He yelled at me and told me to look up.

Eventually I looked up, and I saw that he had his face covered with a piece of cloth. He mumbled some smart-alecky words that I do not even remember now, and then told me to just lay there until they were gone. Then one of the other men tied my hands behind my back, and the three of them left.

All of this happened about 14 years ago. I say that it was the day I almost went to hell because if those men had killed me on that day, hell is where I would be right now. I was not a "bad" person, comparatively speaking, but I did not know Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior back then. So if those men would have had it in their hearts to shoot me in the head as I lay on that floor, I would have died in my sins and been in eternal torment in hell where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth, where the worm dieth not (Matthew 13:42, Mark 9:44).

Friend, you may never be the victim of a home invasion, but who is to say how the rest of this day is going to turn out for you? How many basically nice, decent people are in hell right now because they rejected Christ's gift of salvation? They were too busy with the cares of this life to worry about their soul. They clung to their sins and rejected the Savior. I am sure that hell is going to be full of such people. I very easily could have been one of them.

I believe that the only reason I am not in hell is because even back when I was in my rebellious state, the Lord had His angels around me to protect me. The Lord knew that I would eventually stop running from Him and instead ask Him to lead me. And now I feel like Peter. The Lord not only gave me a second chance, but He has told me "Feed My lambs." And now I am privileged to say that the Lord has even entrusted me with a youth ministry.

The purpose of my sharing this story is to bring home the point that you never know what the day will bring. If you have not turned from your sins and asked Christ to be your Savior and Lord, today might just be the day that you go to hell! You had better seek ye the Lord while he may be found, call upon him while he is near: let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; and let him return unto the Lord, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon (Isaiah 55:6-7).

By: Rena

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