As I crossed the threshold of Heaven, a radiant Angel met
me at the gate. He told me that before I could enter, I must
take heed, and wait. He grasped me firmly by the hand, and
led me into a room.
I never saw such deep sadness, I never saw such gloom. There
before me, an elderly woman stood, with a tiny cup in her little
hand, she hadn't any money, and had lost her husband, her home,
and her land. A man was sitting in a corner, a blank expression
upon his face, his children had abandoned him, and the loneliness,
was more than he could take. A child with cuts and bruises, was
crying, clutching a ragged old teddy bear, beaten by a drunken father,
who didn't know any more, how to care. A young woman with a baby, was
sobbing silently, deserted by a husband, who needed drugs to fill his
needs. A man was rocking back and forth, his mind in deep despair,
blaming himself, for things he'd done, memories, too painful, to bear.
A prisoner sitting in a lonely cell, no calls, no word from home, never
had he felt so forsaken, never, so all alone.
The Angel led me back to the gate, and with a knowing smile, said, "Are you
really all that tired?" "Or, do you think you can walk an extra mile?" I
turned, and walked away from him, my heart just would not let me stay. I knew
there were many others, just like these, who needed me, to stand, and pray
© 2000 Sandra Lewis Pringle
Dedicated to all Prayer Warriors, Everywhere.