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
(c) 2000 David Berkowitz
