If Your life was a credit report and You were trying to obtain salvation, based on YOUR score YOU wouldn't get it. YOUR history may show that you've been delinquent in praise, past due in prayer, YOUR worship has been in collections and YOU may have missed a few payments (tithes) or only paid half (you know how YOU put $20 in the basket and feel like YOU'VE done God a favor or How YOU may not give anything at all). Not to mention that YOUR debt (sin) to income (blessings) ratio is too high.. BUT…
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“Are you crazy?” I yelled, rushing toward the bathroom door. He followed closely on my heels. As he grabbed the knob, I was able to lock it. I noted the look and color of his eyes as our eyes met.
They were reddish gray with rage in the corner.
“Open this door, you fucking slut. I promise I’m going to slit your throat,” he warned, shaking the knob.
“Don’t catch a charge,” I stammered. My warning went unheard.
“I’m going to strangle you.”
I gasped, holding my chest.
“I’ve kept detailed notes in a safe place,” I said in a shaky voice. “They’re going to know you were here.”
Silence ensued.
“Okay, okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “You shouldn’t have mentioned my wife. You better come out now so we can make this quick.”
He spoke in a calm manner.
I was scared senseless.
As I looked at the doorknob, I knew that he would kill me if he got on the other side of the door.
Who did he assume he was dealing with, booboo the fool?
“I’ll call the cops if you don’t leave,” I warned. “I hope we can put this mishap behind us.”
While I stood by the door trembling, Warryn got quiet. I debated making a bogus call to the police in order to make him leave peacefully, but my cell phone was on the other side of the door.
“Warryn,” I stammered. “I told you I won’t tell. I meant it. Your family and everything you hold so dear will remain intact.”