Veronica’s Story
Azam, a friend in Lahore Pakistan, told me what happened to his wife last month:
“My wife, polished my shoes & wash my clothes. Then she was pressing my clothes
while I was in washroom. All of a sudden I heard loud voice cry, “Azam!! Azam!!”
When I came out I saw my wife vomiting blood!! I quickly rushed her to
the Hospital but she died in my hands on the way.” Azam is left with his little
7 year old daughter Veronica. I wrote Veronica a letter and she wrote back:
“Uncle Dane you are so sweet I kissed your photo when I saw it. I am happy
that Mom is in the Home of Jesus. Can I get back her from Jesus?
Can I see her? Help me to see my Mom! Your Daughter, Veronica.”
The Breakdown
I fell into shock when I received this bad news. My body, mind and heart went
numb. I cried and I broke down and laid on the floor in this state of shock.
Then I began to burn!! I screamed at the top of my voice? I raged out of control?
I burned with the highest degree of anger? [Acts 17:16 Greek]. I felt like going
insane!! Why?…because of Veronica! I scream because people sit and do so
much of nothing to help Veronica! I rage out of control because most people are
asleep in self saturation and won’t wake up to help Veronica! I felt like going
insane because nobody cares for Veronica! There are millions and millions and
millions and millions of “Veronica’s” all over the world but most people just lay
back and “click”…”click”…click” their TV remote!! They are Spiritual Zombies!!
They are sick as Satan and as dead as Hell!! I go crazy mad because masses
and masses and masses and masses of “Veronica’s” all over the world are
weeping in the darkness and hurting in hellish pain. They are crying in deep,
deep sorrow, just like Veronica, “Can I see her? Help me to see my Mom.”
And no one lifts a finger to help Veronica.
