Unceasing Anguish

Anguish. It is defined by the dictionary as a feeling of extreme pain, distress, or anxiety. My heart is torn, and is in great sorrow. My mind has been in a fog of calamity, trying to sift through the fog for answers, but finding no hope. Walking aimlessly in the dark, looking for a source of comfort, of promise. But alas, there is no such promise. I try to get up, and I am immedietely struck down. As I fall, my faith shakens. My supports are weakening, threatening to finally give out when the next wave pounds on me.

What is responsible this anguish?

The Lost.

My heart is torn for those who reject the name of Jesus. For they are doomed to an eternal torment, a torment impossible for the human mind to comprehend. Once they are there, there is no second chances, no turning back, no rewind button. As I go to school, I see the people around me laughing, goofing off, and enjoying life. They know little of what is coming. It seems to me that they are pigs, being fattened, until the time of slaughter arrives. I see them indulging in sin, and drinking themselves of abominations. I am not saying that I am of no sin. Far from the truth. But I just wish that they would turn from their sin!

Do you know what's even worse?

I'm a coward. I go to school, Monday through Friday, carrying the knowledge that could save someone from eternal torment. As I watch people going to their doom, I am too chicken to utter a word, knowing that they're going to hell. I once watched a video of an entertainer who was an atheist, and he was talking about when a Christian man came and witnessed to him. He said that he was fine with the people who did evangelize. He said that he had a problem with people who didn't. He talked about how much you would have to hate someone to not tell them. This stuff is pretty heavy...I hope I man up soon.

Walking on the Moon,
Joe Moon