After my lunch break that day (see prior blog entry) I went to my machine. It was one of the newer machines. I was standing at the end of that machine when my boss, Ricky Price, came up and asked me if I really believed what I said back at the lunch table. I told him that I did and he said, “You are going to hell.” He was understated in his comments, was not over the top, angry or pushy. He was matter of fact in his communication. I was not offended, scared or put off at all. I was curious however.
I did not respond to him about what he said. I do remember thinking to myself, “No I’m not and I’m going to prove you wrong.”
I was not angry or upset in my response. It was sort of matter of fact, oh well. I did not agree with him, but I did not have any authority to stand on. I could not base my findings and assumptions on anything. In fact, I had no findings. That put me in a dilemma. What was I going to do?
Therefore, I decided that I would prove him wrong. I was not going to hell and I was going to prove to him why I wasn’t going to hell. There was still a problem though. I could not read my bible because it was too hard and it didn’t make any sense. Therefore, I went and bought me some books about the bible. To the best of my remembrance I bought the following books: Satan is alive and well on planet earth; The Rapture; Approaching Hoofbeats and The Late Great Planet Earth. These books dealt with Eschatology. Today I find this humorous because Eschatology is the bible teaching on the last days and what will happen to the earth and all inhabitants in/of the earth.
I was only concerned with one inhabitant of the earth, me. I began reading these books. Today I do not remember what was in those books. In fact, I don’t think I hold to the doctrinal instruction of those books. But I remember that one of those books, maybe all of them, had a “plan for salvation” in the back of the book as a closing statement or close to that. It said basically that if you were not a Christian then you were going to go to hell. There was more detail than that, but that is the long and short of it and that is what I remember.
I remember laying on my double bed in my double wide mobile home on Helms Pond Road asking God to save me. I acknowledged my sinfulness and the end result of such people. I was a believer in what the author was saying about God and life even though I did not know it all. I asked God to come into my life and save me that day.