Thursday, August 27, 2015
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Seconds in Eternity
Sheila and I have been walking alone for a while now by ourselves. I begin to look around and see others along the path. The farther we walk, the more crowded it becomes, but there is no cause for alarm. Along the ridgelines of the mountains and along the many pathways of the valleys, countless thousands of people are heading in the same direction. If we looked across at the sea of people, it looks as if we are all stacked together, but at the space we were in, we all had plenty of room. The farther we went the more the landscape changed. It was hot, but we were comfortable, the way was steep, but we were not tired. There was a sense of urgency, but we were not in a hurry. When we started, the cool, flat valley floor, covered with a thick lush forest canopy, gave way to a steep and rocky path. You would have thought that stepping on the sharp stones would have ruined our bare feet, but we had never felt so good.
We were coming into the outskirts of a city and there, thirty feet in front of us was a Barbary lion slowly sauntering in front of us. Strangely we were not afraid and longed to get closer, but as we moved, so did he. Walking by the lion headed in our direction was a huge man with a bald head and grey skin. Not only his size and looks concerned me, but also the fact that he was coming toward us. The closer he got the more intense and wicked his stare became. I tried to turn my gaze away from him, but knew that I shouldn't. He brushed against me with deliberate meanness and twisted me halfway around. His stare became a scowl as he grabbed my arm and said "Americans are beautiful". He was a strong huge man and had me in a vise grip. I knew if I didn't get free, I was doomed. The wrath of God welled up in me and as I broke free, I spun around and hit him in the chin with a ridge hand. The force shattered his outer shell and it broke away in a fine powder. What was left was a short, twisted, fat, hideous, bald goat horned demon. It slinked away on it's scaled belly, knowing that it could not hold up to my God.
Feeling confident after my encounter with the demon, we continued on into town. We passed newly destroyed buildings, with the sides blown out and the roofs half holding on. The road had turned into an obstacle course with immense holes and debris caused by bomb blasts. The population has changed into a hurried, haggard Islamic group with turbans and burkas. None of them seemed overly happy to see the influx of people different than they were. The deeper into the city, the more threatening they became and it became downright scary to be there. When I thought we could go no further without bodily harm, we rounded the corner and met up with a Jewish tour group.
They were a welcome sight for us and we joined in their group but they did not mind us at all. It was a small group, but they never ran out of people heading into the doorway. The doorman was a local well known meteorologist, Conner Vernon, who handed out the dinner plates, as large as platters, still wrapped in packaging paper. According to him we could eat all that we wanted and the meal was free. When I reached for the plate, we were immediately changed. We received our new bodies and watched as the Christians who were left alive on earth rose as a giant white cloud, receiving their new glorified bodies. We all looked at each other and knew each other in what seemed as an eternity, but was over in the twinkling of an eye. The all you can eat buffet was paid for in full by Jesus. What a spread it was, anything you can imagine was on the buffet, vegetables, meats, gravy, sweets and bread. I piled my plate high with some of it all, covering my food with cheeses, gravies and sugary sweets. Somehow I knew it wouldn't harm me, regardless of how much I ate. No matter how much I piled on, the plate held it.
The dining area was a large outdoor arena surrounded by pink quartz rock mountains. It took us a long walk to get to the dining table. We walked along the pathway leading to the valley below. The path was now smooth and easy to walk. We could see that the valley was enormous and filled almost to capacity. In the center was a bright light and everyone was trying to get as close to it as they could. The amazing thing was, everyone was able to get a seat within a few feet of the light. God's arena was finally filled to capacity and everyone was able to enjoy the Marriage Feast of the Lamb. We seemed to be there forever, but we knew that it was only seven years. After the feast, everyone there walked to the stables and mounted the white horses that were there. I climbed onto Princess, who had been black in life, but now in eternity was white. We were all swimming in time and it only took us a few seconds for all the millions to saddle up, however it could have been an eternity. As soon as everyone was saddled up, we lined up behind the King of Kings and took off to participate in His return.
We were coming into the outskirts of a city and there, thirty feet in front of us was a Barbary lion slowly sauntering in front of us. Strangely we were not afraid and longed to get closer, but as we moved, so did he. Walking by the lion headed in our direction was a huge man with a bald head and grey skin. Not only his size and looks concerned me, but also the fact that he was coming toward us. The closer he got the more intense and wicked his stare became. I tried to turn my gaze away from him, but knew that I shouldn't. He brushed against me with deliberate meanness and twisted me halfway around. His stare became a scowl as he grabbed my arm and said "Americans are beautiful". He was a strong huge man and had me in a vise grip. I knew if I didn't get free, I was doomed. The wrath of God welled up in me and as I broke free, I spun around and hit him in the chin with a ridge hand. The force shattered his outer shell and it broke away in a fine powder. What was left was a short, twisted, fat, hideous, bald goat horned demon. It slinked away on it's scaled belly, knowing that it could not hold up to my God.
Feeling confident after my encounter with the demon, we continued on into town. We passed newly destroyed buildings, with the sides blown out and the roofs half holding on. The road had turned into an obstacle course with immense holes and debris caused by bomb blasts. The population has changed into a hurried, haggard Islamic group with turbans and burkas. None of them seemed overly happy to see the influx of people different than they were. The deeper into the city, the more threatening they became and it became downright scary to be there. When I thought we could go no further without bodily harm, we rounded the corner and met up with a Jewish tour group.
They were a welcome sight for us and we joined in their group but they did not mind us at all. It was a small group, but they never ran out of people heading into the doorway. The doorman was a local well known meteorologist, Conner Vernon, who handed out the dinner plates, as large as platters, still wrapped in packaging paper. According to him we could eat all that we wanted and the meal was free. When I reached for the plate, we were immediately changed. We received our new bodies and watched as the Christians who were left alive on earth rose as a giant white cloud, receiving their new glorified bodies. We all looked at each other and knew each other in what seemed as an eternity, but was over in the twinkling of an eye. The all you can eat buffet was paid for in full by Jesus. What a spread it was, anything you can imagine was on the buffet, vegetables, meats, gravy, sweets and bread. I piled my plate high with some of it all, covering my food with cheeses, gravies and sugary sweets. Somehow I knew it wouldn't harm me, regardless of how much I ate. No matter how much I piled on, the plate held it.
The dining area was a large outdoor arena surrounded by pink quartz rock mountains. It took us a long walk to get to the dining table. We walked along the pathway leading to the valley below. The path was now smooth and easy to walk. We could see that the valley was enormous and filled almost to capacity. In the center was a bright light and everyone was trying to get as close to it as they could. The amazing thing was, everyone was able to get a seat within a few feet of the light. God's arena was finally filled to capacity and everyone was able to enjoy the Marriage Feast of the Lamb. We seemed to be there forever, but we knew that it was only seven years. After the feast, everyone there walked to the stables and mounted the white horses that were there. I climbed onto Princess, who had been black in life, but now in eternity was white. We were all swimming in time and it only took us a few seconds for all the millions to saddle up, however it could have been an eternity. As soon as everyone was saddled up, we lined up behind the King of Kings and took off to participate in His return.
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