A loud knock jolted me awake. Groggy and irritated, I dragged myself out of bed and peered through the peephole.
It was Kelvin.
Puzzled, I opened the door. “Good aftern—”
Before I could finish, he shoved past me, stepped inside, and slammed the door behind him.
“Kelvin?” I asked, alarmed. “Is everything okay?”
He was breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, his eyes darting around the room.
“Daniel… they’re after me,” he gasped. “I’m tired.”
My chest tightened. “Who do you mean by they?”
“I came here because I know you can help me,” he said, his voice shaking. “You’re different. I see light in you.”
“Come,” I said gently, guiding him to the couch. As we sat, I whispered a quiet prayer, "Holy Spirit, help me."
He hesitated, then spoke, each word heavy with shame.
“I’m in a deep pit, Daniel. I kill people—it’s my job.”
He swallowed hard. “A few days ago, when you told me you had a word for me, when you said you saw blood on my hands and warned me it wasn’t worth it,” He paused, eyes clouded with regret. “That same day, I was sent to kill someone. And I did.”
His voice broke.
“Since then, I haven’t been myself. I see their faces every time I close my eyes. I can’t sleep. I can’t think. The guilt is eating me alive.”
Tears streamed down his face. I reached out and rested a hand on his back, letting the silence carry the weight of his confession.
“I keep seeing them,” he whispered. “Please, help me.”
“Kelvin,” I said softly, placing my hands on his shoulders, “the only way to be free from all this is Jesus. Only Jesus can help you.”
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“Jesus?” he sniffed. “Would He even want someone like me? I’ve gone too far, far beyond saving.”
“Jesus came for sinners,” I replied. “He came for you. To save you from your sins. All you need to do is believe and surrender your life to Him.”
“I’ve killed so many people,” he said, shaking. “I’ve done things I can’t even say out loud. Can He really save me?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “Confess your sins to Him. Believe in Him.”
Fresh tears rolled down his face. He slid off the couch onto his knees and cried out,“Jesus, save me.”
“That was where my journey with God began,” Kelvin says, seated in a radio studio, headphones over his ears. “Daniel led me to Christ—and my life was never the same.”
The host smiles into the microphone.
“That’s all we have for today. Thank you so much, Pastor Kelvin, for gracing us with your presence. I’ve truly learned a lot. What word do you have for our listeners? ”
Kelvin leans forward.
“I’ll leave the listeners with this,” he says. “A man who refuses Jesus is like someone whose debt has already been paid—but he refuses to let go of what he owes. When he finally stands before God, he’s asked to pay, and he can’t. And that leads to eternal damnation.”
He pauses.
“The death of Jesus paid for the debt of sin for the whole world. If you believe in Him, you receive forgiveness.”
“No matter how far you’ve gone,” he continues gently, “God is waiting for you with open arms. Come to Jesus.”
