I know a man



Whose wife, the mother of his children,
having been saved by the blood of Christ
looked him in the eye and said:

I wish you would die. I am unequally yoked,
and you will not allow me to save you.
Rather than worry about you spending
eternity in hell, or me, because I cannot save you, I wish. . . .

And in the name of that, the Savior spent another
eternity on the cross.

And me? I wish only to be saved from the spawn of the savior.


jjl
8 July 2008