Fred

"I'd rather go to hell than ride this bike!" he said.

I stopped to see if he needed some help.  I was on my way to work, riding my bike; he was trying to get his bike to work.

"I hate this bike!" he said, "Do you want it?"

"No thanks." I said.

"Here, take it!" he said.

I lifted up my hands and smiled, "I can't ride two."

I got on my bike and began to leave, I looked at him and said, "Don't go to hell."

"It's too late man, I'm already there.  There's no hope for me!"

He began to walk as I rode next to him slowly.

"I know you've heard it a thousand times, but Jesus can save you."

"They always tell me that, but he can't save me, I'm done, I'm dead, I'm through."

"I know," I said, "I'm dead too."

Then I said, "There's a scripture that says, "If you hear His voice, don't harden your heart,"

"I don't hear His voice." said Fred.

"You're hearing it right now."

We came to the place where I had to turn.  I got off my bike, "Check it out," I stopped to gather my thoughts, then I looked him in the eye, "ever since Jesus died, God only works through people.  If He were standing right here, He would say, "I love you, Fred, turn to me."

He sighed and began to walk away and then he turned back and smiled and said, "Hey, have a nice day."  I said, "You too, man."