One day a woman named Louise fell asleep in her bed,
and dreamed a very fitful dream.
She dreamed that someone in Hell wrote a letter to her,
and it was to be delivered to her by a messenger.
The messenger passed between the lakes of burning fire
and brimstone that occupies Hell, and found his way
to the door that would lead him to the outside world.

Louise dreamed that the messenger walked to her house,
came inside, and gently but firmly woke Louise up.
He gave her the message, saying
only that a friend had written it to her from Hell.
Louise, in her dream, with trembling hands
took the letter and read:

My Friend,

I stand in Judgment now,
And feel that you're to blame somehow.
On earth, I walked with you day by day,
And never did you point the way.
You knew the Lord in truth and glory,
But never did you tell the story.

My knowledge then was very dim;
You could have led me safe to Him.
Though we lived together on the earth,
You never told me of the second birth,
And now I stand this day condemned,
because you failed to mention Him.

You taught me many things, that's true,
I called you "friend" and trusted you,
but I learn now that it's too late,
You could have kept me from this fate.

We walked by day and talked by night,
And yet you showed me not the Light.
You let me live, and love, and die,
You knew I'd never live on high.

Yes, I called you a "friend" in life,
And trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet on coming to the end,
I cannot, now, call you "My Friend."


After reading the letter, Louise awoke. The dream was still
so real in her mind and sweat dropped from her body in pools.
She swore she could still smell the acrid smell of
brimstone and smoke from her room.
As she contemplated the meaning of her dream,
she realized that as a Christian,
she had failed in her duty to
"go out to all the world and preach the gospel."
As she thought of that, she promised herself that
the next day, she would call Marsha
and invite her to church with her.

The next morning she called Marsha and
this was the conversation:

Yes, Bill, Is Marsha there?
Louise, you don't know?
No, Bill, know what?
Marsha was killed last night in a car accident,
I thought you had known.

" Author Unknown "

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