Salvation of Destin

Destin Jones

19 November 2012

Miss Harmon

Pre-Ap English

Salvation of Destin

I woke up breathing heavily. Panting. Scared. My heart is being out of m chest. I had just a dream, about me Hell. I glance at the clock at 5:30 a.m. I think “I’m going to get saved today”. I get up and walk to the book shelf and grab the deep blue bible and open it up to St. Matthew and read about Jesus Birth. Its 8:30 now, I walk to the bathroom shower and put on my clothes. I am ready. Ready to be saved.

I’m listening to the Pastor give a fiery sermon about salvation.

Pastor says “If you die, where are you going”.

In my head I think “Hell” I was a true sinner. I disobey parents, I lie, I felt ashamed.

Pastor asks “Would anybody like to be saved” Even though I’m thirteen, I would like to be saved. I raise my hand feebly. I go down to the pulpit feeling as if the whole world is watching me.

He asks “Do you believe Jesus died on the cross for your sins and Jesus rose on the third day”

I answer certain of myself “yes” The church explodes in applause as another sinner had reached salvation.

When the Pastor dismissed the church, I was mobbed by friends, family, and fellow church members congratulated me on my new found salvation

saying things like “I’ve never would see this day”, “I’ m proud of you”.

I sense of pride about my new found salvation. I’m greeted by my mother and she whispers “I’m proud.

            It’s hard to resist temptation after being saved. I feel like I’m messing up every day. I was back to sinning. I was lying, disobeying my parents and being mean. I think to myself what has happened as I lie in the bed and drift off to sleep.

            I woke up breathing heavily. Panting. Scared. My heart is being out of m chest. I had just a dream, about me Hell.