The Man Without A Heart
Copyright ©1982 by Odell Sneeden Hathaway III "A man without a heart"—that is what they called me. If only they knew. But how could they know? To them, I am the monster that destroyed their Lord, the hideous heathen who tossed their God into the flames of hell. Seldom, when they think of me, do they remember that he came out of them—which is fine. When I did it, I did not know that he would be resurrected. Some pardon me for saying that, at some deep spiritual level, I was asked to take on this task—to collect the burdens of mankind to be tossed into that flame as well. But now that I have died, I can see my whole soul, and never till I met Christ did I have any idea what was before me. That moment was one of the most glorious of all time. As soon as I saw him, I was in love—a love only shared by two beings as close as we were in spirit. The other eleven did not know of it. They could not feel the closeness. They were at a lower level than Christ and I. I knew I lo...