the empty box page 3 by ric Gustafson
" Marcus, I don't understand" I replied in frustration. I peered inside the box.
" When you drew your last breath". His voice hesitated. " Your soul left your body and that is why I am here".
" To take me to Jesus".
" That's right". He pointed toward the light in the middle of the room. " Actually, it's time to go".
They began to walk toward the light.
I pointed toward my aunt and uncle. " Will I see these people again?".
Marcus smiled. " If they believe, you will".
We stopped at the light.
I looked at Marcus and smiled. " I'm ready to go".
We walked into the light.
The End
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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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