Sights from a Rooftop

“last night was spent circling the rooftop of a house, looking across a sea of lighted houses before the darkening sky, filled with families now destined for hell. Surrounded by masses of people, held by but a thread over the flames of hell, at any moment to be loosed from the hand of God. Such a sight brought to me so great a pain and sorrow for the plight of these souls, where my prayers could be nothing more than groans given through tears. Surely no words could suffice at such a time. Surely a hint of the pain felt by God is too great a burden for any man to carry. Despite my sorrows, it seems there is still a greater sorrow which has not yet been made known to me. Perhaps I am not yet ready for it, but I will none the less continue to ask for the heart of God to be upon me.”

And as I walked home from that rooftop late in the night I had no greater desire but that men should come from the darkness to rob me and beat me, that I may have felt those deep pains within my heart somehow inflicted upon my body. So many months ago, in a land now so very far away, yet such pain could never be forgotten. And now, though I do not feel so intense a pain, I realize the fate of these men now surrounding me is the same. If you have not felt so great a sorrow for these abundant lost souls, I would ask that you pray God would enable you to feel some part of the pain he feels for His creations who do not glorify their creator. And may that pain then drive you save these souls from the fires of hell so very soon to be upon them.