ENTERTAINMENT:- At Last He Missed It (True Life Story) 

ENTERTAINMENT:- At Last He Missed It (True Life Story) 
Please read, so it won’t happen to you too.

It all happened on sunday morning; it rained the

previous night.

I slept late on Saturday night and thus, woke up

late. My church service starts by 8am but when I

opened my eyes, it was exactly 8:12 am.

I sprang up from my matress, removing my

blapresses quickly as I can and didn’t even

bother to bathe. Brushing my teeth within ten

seconds, I wore my already pressed clothes and

ran off to church.

My roommate was still sleeping but I didn’t think

he planned going to church at all. So without

saying goodbye or waking him up, I left the

room.

When I stepped out, I saw some young students

of the fellowship who meet in front of my hostel.

They were just setting up in preparation for their

service. I think they start theirs around 9am.

The way the weather was, with the clouds dark

and heavy, everywhere looked gloom and quiet

but in my hurry, I took no time to observe. or

relish the remarkable atmosphere.

As I walked and ran on the tarred narrow road,

just some distance from my hostel, I saw two

girls sitting on a pavement and crying. They were

dressed for church but with the way they sat and

clinged to each other, weeping, I doubt if they

would still go to church that day.

Though many passers-by like me walked and

paused to stare at them, they were clearly

unconcerned. They cried uncontrollably that even

their shouts of pain made my heart flutter.

I thought about going to them and trying to

console them but I was late for service myself.

My conscience tortured me a great deal but

when I glanced at my wristwatch, it was already

8:32 am.

‘I am late. I have to go’. I told myself as I

continued on my path.

Well, after few minutes, I made it to church

eventually.

Except for a guy I saw who rested his head

against a wall by the road, I didn’t notice any

other strange thing till I got to church.

But when I entered the church, it was another

sight I beheld.

The backdrop of the altar and the designs of the

pulpit and walls of the venue were already set up

but I didn’t. see the Pastor.

In fact, I didn’t see any of the church leaders.

The church was scanty.

Except for two ushers and three choristers I saw,

most of the workers I knew were not present.

There were some members present though. But

every single person in the building was looking

lost. The brother beside me was even shedding

tears without crying.

I too was getting afraid.

And then all of a sudden, a lady cried out just

behind me.

It was so sudden and the sound was so laced

with pain and fear that I was afraid the worst

had happened.

This is when I dropped my Bible on a chair and

had a deliberate look of the whole church.

In the left corner of the front which was

designated as choir stand, three sisters placed

their heads on the table in front of them; shaking

their heads and body in that manner some people

do when praying silenEvent

Just behind them was yet another sister who sat

on the bare floor, with one of her shoes nowhere

near her. Even her scarf was hung around her

neck.

I recognized the sister.

She led choruses in the evening service we had

the. previous Thursday.

But now, the sweet voice I heard turned to a

painful mutter of incomprehensible words. She

held on to the corner of a table with her two

hands, and wept as she said things I didn’t

understand.

At this point, I knew this could only mean one

thing but I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t

just bring myself to believing it.

I couldn’t.

I was still pondering on what all these mean

when an older man sitting two chairs before me

stood up suddenly and shouted with a voice

crackled, broken and almost lost.

‘Lord God! Please have mercy!’

By now, my heart was heavy and I could not

explain a certain fear that clinged to my heart.

To remove all doubts, I approached one of our

ushers so I can ask for explanations. I almost

stopped in my stride as I became afraid of what

his answer might bid for me.

I walked to the rear of the church and stood in

front of him but he didn’t even take notice.

His eyes were opened, he was looking at me but

with his empty and hopeless gaze at

nothingness, I realized he was looking through

me.

I called at him and touched the shoulder of his

right hand before he blinked and looked at my

face.

‘Please Bro Paul what is happening today? Is the

service elsewhere?’ I asked with a voice fearful

and low.

The usher dropped his eyes from looking at me

and shook his head.

New tears began to streak through the corner of

his eyes and his lips shook as he tried to hold

himself from complete breakdown.

He raised his head again and returned his eyes,

with tears, to me.

He started to speak but lost his voice again.

‘My brother…’ He finally managed to say.

He held his very wet handkerchief to his face as

he tried to stop the infinitely-flowing tears.

Then he heaved so deeply I thought I heard his

lungs relax.

‘Bro Victor…’ He started again amidst silent

sobs.

‘…we are lost. The Rapture has happened. We

are doomed for life.’

Though I knew all along this would be the news,

hearing it with my ears broke my heart. I mean I

felt it in my heart. My heart sank, ached and

broke.

I staggered and almost lost balance as I moved

backwards, trying to hide from the weight of the

news; trying to escape from the impending doom

the usher pronounced.

But he wasn’t done.

The usher released all the pent up tears of

anguish and pain he has bravely been holding

back and cried with all his might.

All I could make out from his voice was ‘God,

Please. God, Please’.

He said it over and over again amidst sobs and

cries.

As if to really show he was really desperate, Bro

Paul threw himself on the ground and prostrated

full with his two hands clasped and his eyes

looking to the heavens.

He begged God again and again, asking for

mercy and pleading for another chance.

He cried and wept continously and when he

couldn’t say anymore, he just lied there and

cried.

By now, I had managed to sit down on a bench

placed behind the church as I looked around in

unbelief.

I didn’t shout or cry at first. I just sat there

looking around with tears already blocking my

visions. My nose became clogged with phlegm

and my throat was dry.

With tears flowing down my cheek, I raised my

hand to my mouth as I tried to hold myself from

weeping.

But it did no good.

I cried, cried and cried quietly, still with my hand

holding back my mouth from releasing. my voice

with the pain and regrets it held.

Many thoughts crossed my mind- the fire of hell,

the great tribulation, the suffering that awaits

and many others but only one stayed.

I realized I would be alone in the world now.

My mom would be gone. My dad would be gone.

All my sisters and brothers would be gone. While

only I remained just because I found pleasure in

sin.

The sudden loneliness this realization brought to

my heart crushed it forever.

I dropped my hands from my mouth and cried.

Oh! I cried like I never did.

I wept and called out to God to forgive me but

even I knew I was lost forever.

‘Had I know! Had I know!’ The thought tortured

me.

Liquids dropped from my nostrils and tears from

my eyes, a heavy ache hammered at my chest

as I cried again and asked to be forgiven of all

my sins but even then I knew there is no respite

for me.

In the blur of my vision, I saw the sister-choriste

r still kneeling and recognized her voice as she

sang that hymn of warning we always sang in

our church.

With her broken voice, sobs and tears between

the words of the song, she added more pain to

my already damned soul.

‘…oh! what a weeping and wailing

As the lost were told of their fate

They cried for the rocks and the mountains

They prayed but their prayer was too late…’ She

sang on and on.

The song had no melody this time, just sorrow.

I stopped my ears with my hands and refused to

hear more but the lyrics taunted me still.

I knew all my prayers were useless but I

anguished and cried to God more loudly.

It was in the middle of this other round of

hopeless tears and prayers that I laid my head on

the table and slept for sorrow.

When I woke up, I was on my bed, back in my

room.

My pillow and cover-cloth were soaked in my

own tears. Though I wasn’t wearing any clothes,

I was covered in sweat.

I searched for my phone and glanced at the

clock.

It was 4.22am.

I had barely slept for three hours.

I realized It was all a dream but the relief that

filled my heart was swiftly replaced with a great

fear.

I stood up from my bed and looked around but

nothing seemed out of place.

I saw my roommate still sleeping with earphones

still plugged to his ears.

I looked outside and saw it was indeed darkest in

the dawn.

Having made sure I was still safe and not lost

yet, I knelt beside my bed, used my pillow to

cover my mouth and cried in desperate prayers.

I prayed to be saved before it is too late. I knelt

that way, weeping and asking God for mercy until

I slept off.

And indeed when I woke and looked at my time,

it was 8:12am and I was late for church…

This story was written to give warning to all who

woke up today with breath still in their nostrils

and words still in their mouth.

Seek God while He may be found. Call upon him

while he still listens. Make your ways right with

God before it is too late and you are lost forever.

The pain I tried to write into this fiction is

negligible when compared to the pain that awaits

all those who miss the rapture- or die without salvation.

You have a chance today. Take it. Repent and be save

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We will not miss it!