When I was in high school I was doing something I shouldn’t have. I had two very distinct dreams in which I saw beautiful blue skies with only a few wispy clouds. Then the skies parted, and Jesus’ face appeared. His face filled the sky and looked right at me! My heart pounded, I sat up in bed, and my mouth opened to scream, “No!” Then I would wake up. It took a while to convince myself it had been a dream.

Evidently I felt really guilty about what I was doing and felt I wasn’t ready to meet Jesus. I thought it was the second coming, the rapture, that the Bible talks about when Jesus comes back for the people who follow Him. Yes, I did feel guilty but most of all I was scared, scared that what I was doing would send me to hell. But not guilty or scared enough to stop. I wasn’t just committing sin, I was committed to it.