The Walk: Life or Death
Author:Bam- There You Go
Summary: A man walked down a busy sidewalk on his way home after a long Saturday at work. He was not a special man, nor was he exceedingly smart, wealthy, outgoing, or famous. This man is faced with a choice, what will he decide?
A man walked down a busy sidewalk on his way home after a long Saturday at work. He was not a special man, nor was he exceedingly smart, wealthy, outgoing, or famous. The man was a simple man, one who went to work to earn money to pay the bills, a man who had a wife, two children, and a dog, a man who called himself a Christian but whose actions did not speak accordingly.
This ordinary man was taking his time walking home after a grueling day at the office. The weather was nice out, not too hot and not too cold; there was a slight breeze but it was not overbearing; clouds filled the sky and filtered the descending sun into beautiful orange, pink, yellow, purple and blue rays as the last sparks of light mixed with the calming dark of night.
His home was quite a ways from the office where he worked; walking, he would have to pass through the electric business district, then the run down and poorer part of town, before finally reaching the residential area where he lived. Before he had even walked seven yards, there was a man standing on a wooded crate on the corner of one of the busiest intersections he knew of, holding a sign that read 'Heaven or Hell, It's Your Choice!' and shouting out words to the many unconcerned passersby's that were covered by the sounds of feet shuffling, engines churning, and horns beeping. The man continued onward, ignoring the man, although the word from the sign echoed in his head, 'Heaven or Hell, It's Your Choice!'
He had been walking for at least twenty minutes now, hand in the pockets of his black suit, and was now entering the poverty-stricken, rundown part of town. Eventually, he came upon a man dressed in dirty, well-worn clothing who was standing just outside a small coffee shop handing out tracks to those he saw. As he passed, he gingerly obliged the bedraggled man and accepted the book as he was told, "Jesus died on the cross for you, so that your sins can be forgotten and you can spend eternity in heaven."
The business man smiled kindly before apathetically flipping through the track. He had read it all before; two thousand years ago, Christ had died for the world so that man's sin could be forgiven and that if, and only IF, you accepted Christ as your Lord and Savior, that you would gain eternal life in heaven. Of course, he had gone to church before, on special holiday like Christmas and Easter, and whenever his mother would come into town, and as a little boy in Sunday School, he had asked Jesus to be his Lord and Savior because his best friend had encouraged him to do so; he was a good man, he provided for his family and tried to make them happy, he was the perfect employee who followed orders word for word, and he treated people that he met throughout the day with courtesy and respect.
He tapped the track twice before chuckling lightly to himself and stuffing the booklet in one of his briefcase pockets; he was a good enough man, he didn't need a track to tell him things he already knew and was not concerned about.
He continued walking, reaching the residential district as the sun still fought to maintain its reign in the now cloudless sky. The area he lived was not too far away by now; it was the larger, middle-classed homes that he lived in. There were men and woman still walking around, although the crowds had considerably thinned out as it was getting later. As he passed the familiar park where his kids liked to play, a man in a casual outfit of jeans and a buttoned up, yellow shirt approached him; the man had asked his name and he replied, "David."
"Well, David, I would like to ask you few questions, if you don't mind." The man stated, asking permission to continue.
David shrugged inwardly, 'What would it hurt?' he thought to himself, "Sure."
"David, do you consider yourself to be a good man?"
"Yes, of course." David replied easily.
"Okay, well let me ask you this then, have you ever told a lie? Be honest."
"Yeah, once or twice." David responded.
"What does that make you?"
David shrugged, thinking the answer obvious, "A liar."
"Alright, have you ever stolen something?"
David gave a quiet laugh, "Sure."
"What does that make you?"
The man nodded, continuing on with another question, "The Bible says that if you look at another woman with lust you have committed adultery inside your heart – just by looking at another woman. Have you ever looked at another woman with lust?"
David smiled a bit before replying somewhat embarrassedly, "Yes, I have."
"So you're telling me, that you're a lying, adulterous, thief, correct?"
David nodded, "Yes."
"Those are just three of the Ten Commandments, all of which you have broken. If you were to die today – if you died right this instant – and were brought before the Lord to be given a final judgment, do you think you would go to Heaven or Hell?"
David paused for a minute, knitting his brows together in thought before answering, "I guess I would go to Hell."
"Doesn't that concern you?" the man asked expectantly, "Because, I mean, I certainly wouldn't be alright with going to Hell, where all things burn for eternity."
"Yeah, it does; I don't want to go to hell." David replied, frown still marring his face.
The man, David, continued his walk home and arrived a few minutes later. He opened the door and called to his family, letting them know that he was home.
"We're in here," David's wife called from the dining room, "Supper is ready, we've just sat down to eat."
David walked into the dining room, smiling and asking how everyone's day had gone. He took off the jacket of his suit and rested it on the back of his chair and sat in the seat at the head of the table, opposite his wife.
As the family began eating, David picked up his fork and stirred the food around on his plate, mind still absorbed in the conversation he had just had. Before he left, the man had said that he needed to repent and get right with God, to ask for God's forgiveness and dive into His Word. He could not get the conversation out of his mind, it was nagging at him, tugging at his subconscious that he needed to do something to change the face that when he died he would go to Hell.
"Sweetheart?" David's wife asked, slightly concerned that he had not touched his food or spoken one word once seated.
David looked up, shocked out of his own thoughts. She gave him a questioning look.
"Oh, it's nothing," he replied, "I was just thinking that I needed to get right with God; what do you think about going to church tomorrow?"