A short and sweet
series.
“Hail King of the Jews.”
One of the things I look forward in the future is when the Day of Lord arrives,
and the dead will rise for Judgment, the Roman Soldiers that mocked Jesus
saying: “Hail King of the Jews,” will say the same thing again, but this
time they will say it in fear and trembling and mean it with all their hearts.
What will make
the Judgment Day worse is the memory of seeing themselves as on a gigantic
screen the video of their lives spitting on Jesus, flogging him on his back,
striping him naked in abuse without precedent, slapping his beautiful face,
setting on his head a crown of thorns and striking him with a staff on his head
again and again!!
The awesome conviction of sin followed by a self-condemning murmur,
“I am guilty.” “I am guilty.” “I am guilty.” It will be too little and too
late. My plea and call to everyone is to settle accounts with God at this
side of heaven, because later will be too late.
I had to stop for a moment to weep for Jesus, the human race and myself
overwhelmed with the picture that by faith I paint and it affects me to no
end. “AMAZING GRACE, HOW CAN IT BE, THAT THOU MY GOD SHOULDEST DIE FOR
ME.”
I write this letter during the wee hours of the morning unable to sleep normally
due to my health and deep concern for the health of the souls of the elect even
though some of them might think I am going out of my mind.
The only thing that is out of the control of my mind is my left
arm that for all practical purposes is as good as dead with very little chance
to come back to normal. My first steps and balance when I wake up are very
challenging and painful due to lack of circulation in my legs.
Recently, two unusually beautiful “girls” in their early sixties have knocked
at the door of my heart at both sides of our Hemisphere but as much I need
them; for their own good and mine, I think it not wise to pursue marriage
because my heart is still captive and in love with the love of my life that
waits for me in heaven with my name tag.
In the language of my son Caleb, “I am toast.” Doom if I get married again and
doomed if I do not married.
Some of you might be beginning to feel ashamed to be associated with
me. You might even no longer read my letters or are suffering “letter
fatigue.”
Bear with me a little longer my friends and remember that at my death my
letters will become more important because it is just like a journal of “Jesus
and the history of a human soul.” I only write things that I would have like to
read from others to me.
Let us, “Hail to the King of the Jews,” together and mean it from the bottom of
our hearts.
A witness of Jesus.
Gerry Gutierrez.
PS. The pictures are of my great children, for whom I also write
in Ruthie's name.
