I got stoned.

I had a dream last night where I had just got done witnessing about Jesus to a Muslim dude in with a turban. He had a stone in his hand, and I remember somehow I felt pain from the stone, but at the same time I was happy when I realized I was experiencing pain for the love of Jesus. God's grace truly is there with us at all times! (Even in our sleep!)

I have prayed for years that when it is my time to go be with Jesus I can die a martyr's death. I'm not some morbid dude, I just can't imagine just dying of whatever boring old reason most people die of. Where's the glory? I guess if I could die some other way that glorify's Jesus that I haven't thought of, that would be fine, but what could be cooler than witnessing to people in your final moments?!

Anyway, I don't usually write about the topic of death. Thanks for reading!

Justin.