One day while working in one of the housing units where there were three other officers, we had gotten into a discussion about what we would do if someone confronted us and pushed a gun into our belly and said, "I'm gonna kill you!" The others spoke of how they would react and how fear would come over them in one way or another.  I intently listened as they gave their thoughts and ideas.  After a while, they asked me what I would do.  I had informed them that I would have no fear whatsoever. Immediately, one of the officers blatantly called me a liar and said that I must have fear of dying.  I reassured him that I would not lie to him especially about something of this spiritual importance.  Again, he called me a liar. I began teaching him why I had a peace that he couldn't understand.  That peace mentioned in the Word as a peace "which passeth all understanding" (Philipians 4:7). As he attempted to interrupt me on several occasions, I proceeded to explain that when that gun would be pressed into my stomach, I would be rejoicing.  He began to anger. By God's boldness and encouragement, I continued saying that if the man turned away and did nothing to me, I would be a winner because I would be fortunate enough to be allowed to remain on earth to tell others about the wonderful love of Jesus. As I spoke, I could see his fury build as he tensed up and his face reddened.  With confidence that Jesus was guiding me, I went on.  I told him that if the man did pull the trigger, I would still be a winner because I would immediately go to my home in Glory, and be with my Lord Jesus Christ. In a flare of rage, he stormed out of the office.  Immediately, I had my 'Job's comforters' telling me that I should not have made him angry even though I thought I was doing the right thing. I continued to stand on my surety in Christ.  I knew He had been giving me the words to say and the boldness to say them.  I was never that bold especially when the one I was speaking to was about three inches taller and thirty pounds heavier than I. This man wouldn't come near me for about two weeks.  He would glare at me from across the room if we happened to be in the same area. Then to my surprise, one Monday morning, I saw him coming toward me.  There was something odd about him. Yes... Yes! He was actually smiling! As he approached he said, "Guess where I was last night..." Of course, I didn't know.  He said that he's been in church. Needless to say, I was ecstatic.  He told me where he had attended and, ultimately, that he had accepted Christ as his personal Saviour.  He had been born again!  (John 3:1-7). I praise God that he was another soul snatched from the hand of *satan and his evil forces. When I asked him why he decided to go to church, he told me that he wanted to find the kind of peace that I had.  He was hungry for something solid and secure in life and he found, in me, the very thing he was searching for.  In that office he didn't realize it, but what he needed was Christ. I wish that I could have given this man an analogy which I had heard later that may have made it easier for him to understand.  It spoke of how simple and painless it is going from physical life into the spiritual and eternal life. Traveling through our physical life, is like driving down the highway in an automobile. Suddenly, the automobile breaks down and stops running.  You get out of the car and continue on your way on foot.  That is not very painful. Death is just as simple.  The body that is getting you through your physical life toward your eternal life suddenly stops working.  Your spiritual being just steps out of the physical body and continues on into the eternal life. Though there may be some pain in what leads up to the physical body's demise, there is neither any pain in this transition to fear unless you have not led a life in Christ.  This is why I could be confident in what I was telling him.