I’m reminded of a story I heard once about an Indian, He was sitting on the corner and kept saying thank you Jesus. Somebody came to the Indian and asked Him why do keep thanking Jesus? You lost everything you had. They killed your family, they took your land. Why do you keep thanking Jesus?
The Indian took a nightcrawler out of his pocket and dug a little trench with his finger. He put the nightcrawler in the trench and took a match and lit fire on each end, and then he snatched the nightcrawler from the hole and said, "That’s what Jesus did for me, He snatched me from the burning fire."
That’s all I wanted to say to day that what Jesus did for me, He delivered me from the abyss of Hell.