There are many tragic ways of dying, but this must be one of the most unfortunate of them all. Somehow a man got locked into a refrigerated boxcar. It had to have been a terrifying experience to be trapped in a place like that with no means of escape. This poor, chilled gentleman had little enough to occupy his time so he took out a notebook and started to write down his changing symptoms as he slowly froze to death.
I’ve been like that just lately. I’ve heard these stories about persecution all over the world and how it has even reached our local public school, and panic set in. Someone else I know feels symptoms in his body and mournfully sees signs of old age or maybe even death creeping on.
After a few hours of anxiety, I knew that worrying about an unknown future had to stop so before going to sleep the other night I prayed that God would take it away. And do you know what, it vanished! This man who was having a rather dim outlook on aging was told that maybe he was ‘meant’ to live into his nineties and his attitude would lessen the possibility, and he liked that outlook!
Just one more thing; THAT BOXCAR WAS NOT REFRIGERATED! That man was a sad victim of his thoughts.
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