Today, when I returned to my cell at the end of the work day, I sat down on my bunk and
began to give thanks to the Lord. You see, it was on the 19th of August, 1977,
that I stood on the brink of eternity. For it was at this time that police officers
surrounded me with their guns drawn.
I could have been shot dead right on the spot!
If any one of those officers opened fire, which could have easily happened on that dark street, I would have gone straight
to Hell. For at that time (1977) I was a demon-possessed, tormented, lost and
evil man who hated Jesus Christ.
The Lord in his mercy protected me because He knew there would come a day when my sins
would be forgiven, that I would repent and believe the gospel.
I was arrested in 1977, and in 1987 the Lord began to soften my heart and touch me. It had been a long gap in between with even another brush with death in 1979, when
a inmate slit my throat with a razor blade. I could have died right then on a
cellblock tier in the infamous Attica Prison.
Yet here I stand today, praising God and thanking Him.
I know I am undeserving of His mercy. But with each day, not only am I
grateful, but I am learning that God's mercy is like His love. It cannot be measured.
August 10, 2000
(c) 2000 David