Today's blog is a little different...I didn't write it, my son Daniel did. He often texts stories to a friend of his as she's going to sleep. Last night she needed to stay awake for a while, so she asked for a suspenseful story. As he began texting, he wasn't sure where the story would go. When he got home last night he told me the story and I asked him to share it here with you. I hope you enjoy it...and yes, this boy is definitely a product of AP!!!
A sage green truck sped down an old road to the country. The lights were off and the driver was being very quiet. He pulled up to a dark red barn and looked around before uncovering the truck bed. He pulled out seven boxes and buried the contraband in the straw.
The police caught up with him six miles down the road. The officer in charge said that if he told them where he hid the Bibles and gave up his Christian brothers he could live; the man smiled and replied, "For me to live is Christ; to die is gain." They pulled him out on the side of the road and beat him. He prayed to God and praised Him for allowing him to die the same day his Savior did. The officer walked over, shot him in the heart, then kicked him in the side.
The next day the police officer who killed the man opened up his file of paper work and on the the top of the stack was Romans 12. Every day after that a new piece of paper appeared on his desk; each paper was a sheet out of the Bible. This kept happening until one day he read that if we acknowledge Christ in front of men, He will acknowledge us in front of the Father. Knowing it would cost him his life, he preached to the whole police station. Forty-three days after the man with the Bible was killed, the Great Commission was once again being fulfilled following 13 years of suppression by a godless regime.