Today, when I returned to my cell at the end of the work day, I sat down on my bunk and
began to give thanks to the Lord. You see, it was on the 19th of August, 1977, that I stood on the brink of eternity. For
it was at this time that police officers surrounded me with their guns drawn.
I
could have been shot dead right on the spot! If any one of those officers opened fire, which could
have easily happened on that dark street, I would have gone straight to Hell. For at that time (1977)
I was a demon-possessed, tormented, lost and evil man who hated Jesus Christ.
The
Lord in his mercy protected me because He knew there would come a day when my sins would be forgiven, that I would repent
and believe the gospel.
I
was arrested in 1977, and in 1987 the Lord began to soften my heart and touch me. It had been a long
gap in between with even another brush with death in 1979, when a inmate slit my throat with a razor blade. I
could have died right then on a cellblock tier in the infamous Attica Prison.
Yet
here I stand today, praising God and thanking Him. I know I am undeserving of His mercy. But
with each day, not only am I grateful, but I am learning that God's mercy is like His love. It cannot
be measured.
David
Berkowitz
August
10, 2000
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2000 David Berkowitz