Please Read This One

You know what the saddest thing is for me? I have a lot of friends. They are all really close to me and we are great buddies. We know each other very much and we help each other through problems. There is a group of us that comfort each other and love each other. We care, worry, hug, etc. I know I sound emotional right now but all this is true.

I remember our freshman year when we all kind of met up. I've known all of them before this so it was just our uniting that made this whole thing special. I met Danielle and Kristine when I first moved here in 6th grade. I don't know if they were good friends then but that is when I met them. We didn't talk much throughout middle school, but it was a good time. The first time I met Katy was in 8th grade during the FC3 thing, and even though we were in seperate groups we talked a lot in that class. She was really fun, and really funny, she made me look forward to first hour. I met Keely in 8th grade too, although we didn't really talk at all. It was during Mock Trial and we were on two seperat teams, so we didn't even converse.

Then we all started high school, that big scary thing. A giant building that was filled with over two thousand people and they all try to navigate the halls at the same time. ACK!!! It was in my second hour class that I sat next to Keely during LA. Michael kind of got us talking since we were both friends with him. She was a strong atheist and I was just starting to wander around what my faith was all about. We had completely seperate views and I remebered we could spend hours just discussing what we were trying to figure out. I swear we could have solved world hunger if we put our heads together (and worked together actually.) We didn't ever fight though. We kind of just argued. I had third hour with Katy, Wellness I. We didn't really know anyone else in that class so we hung out a lot and we talked. Nothing seems special but I could find myself weaving into her life. Next thing I know I'm hanging around all of them after school at their locker and we'er this group of people.

Steven kind of falls into this mix too. I've known him since 6th grade too, but we've had a different type of friendship. We almost always included each other in everything, but we weren't close, just tight, if that makes any sense at all. Anyways, we were great friends and had a lot of the same interests and I would consider him one of my best friends too.

I guess I haven't really answered that question at the beginning, have I? Well the scariest thing for me is thinking about heaven and going to meet with my Saviour. What a great time I will have, but...what about my friends. Will I have to endure knowing that they are screaming in pain and anger, writhing in hateful flames for all eternity? NO. I can't have that. I won't let these people die like this. I love them too much to know that they are going to Hell.

If one of these people is reading this I pray with all my heart that you will listen to the words of my Teacher and do what He says. I can't stand seeing you in the lake of fire. It pains me too much. If you are anyone else I ask one thing of you. Could you pray for the salvation of these people for me? Even if it is just one time, I need all the help I can get, and...I know your prayers are heard by Him. Pray for Keely, Katy, Kristine, Daniell, and Steven. I can't seem them go from me in the state like this.