This isn’t right. This was not how it was
supposed to happen…
I just died.
I was a great distance away from earth, and
yet I was still very much aware of everything that was going on down here. A
severe sense of disappointment and sadness came over me as I watched my family
and loved ones still on earth. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. I
still wanted to be with them. I wasn’t supposed to go so quickly. I can tell
you that I was murdered. Probably shot or stabbed, but I can’t remember by whom
or why. All I remember is that I put up a fight. The body I left behind probably
doesn’t look very good right about now.
As I turn to my left I saw a room (for the
sheer lack of a better word)…. It was more of an open piece of land the size of
a very normal room. And as I stepped over the wooden threshold into this room I
could feel the cool earth beneath my feet. It was like stepping into another
zone. Although I still had all of my memories; and I could remember exactly what
happened during my time here on earth, there was at this very instant no more
emotions. I didn’t feel sad anymore. I didn’t feel disappointment, nor did I
feel a longing to go back or see anybody. It’s like the room was void of any
connection with earth. I only brought with me my memories of a life lived on
earth.
As I stepped forward a man was talking to a
bunch of people sitting in what looked like a jury bench, although the wood that
it was made of was still very raw. It wasn’t varnished and it still looked very
natural…very….earthy…
The man turned around and I recognized him.
Jesus! What a moment! Looking back I should have ran! I should have made an
entrance or at the very least bowed or something… but He just smiled and walked
away. The moment was so unceremonious. No blinding angels singing, no bright
light or unbelievably white clothes. Just a man with dark shoulder-length hair and a face that you won't notice at first if you were to meet Him in a crowd. Although once you've seen Him, He would draw you in and captivate every part of you in a way that you can't describe. And as He walked passed I could sense the
moment: you’re here now…
That was as much of the contact I had with
the Son of Earth’s Creator. Why didn’t I ask Him all those gazillion questions
I’ve always had? Why didn’t I just run into His arms? He was so close.
So…approachable… but it didn’t matter anymore. None of those questions
mattered. Earth’s issues weren’t issues in here. In fact, there were no issues
in here.
I walked over to the bench of people and sat
down on the cool earth. Lizl was there with me. I turned and spoke to her:
“It’s interesting to me how modern they are all dressed. I would have expected
more of an old fashioned attire. Almost like an outfit that Noah would wear.”
Without it being said, I just knew that these people never made it to earth. I
assumed that they were all stillborn babies or victims of abortions.
“Excuse me...” I turned to the people sitting
on the benches. One of the ladies, dressed in a very neat maroon outfit was
looking at me. I noticed the string of pearls around her neck and then she asked
me: “What do you mean with those words: modern and old fashioned?”
It suddenly dawned on me that these people
had no concept of earth or what things are like down there. She seemed
curiously fascinated by the idea of these different concepts and Lizl and I
started to explain to them that on earth people were being classed in different
groups on the basis of their social-economic status. That clothing has changed
so many times over the years that you could distinguish a timeline by the
clothes people wore.
The lady was intrigued! Although all the judgment
and classification that went hand-in-hand with being classed on earth was not
one of humanity’s best moments, she was drinking up everything we said, as if
we spoke about a mystical land far away were dreams could come true. I realized
that she (that all of these people sitting here) felt cheated out of life. They
were all destined to be on earth too… but something happened…
And although they had the privilege of
speaking face-to-face with Jesus from time to time, they still wished that they
too – had been here on earth. Even if it was just for a few years…
True to the word a waiting room is nothing
more than a place where you wait. Sometimes it’s filled with anxiety, fear or
anticipation. But not this room. This room was free from all earthly emotions.
It was not a doctor’s waiting room where you sat with sweaty palms, waiting to
hear the results of your tests or a chair outside of the Principal’s office
where you had to give account of the day’s fight in the lunch room.
Lizl and I went on and told them about Jesus’
time on earth. How He surprised everybody by coming down as a commoner when
everybody was expecting a rich King whose mere birth would be announced by huge
celebration and a royal decree. We went on to describe His life on earth, how He reached people, changed people and performed miracles.
This room was filled with so much calmness.
No sense of a pressing need or deadlines. No hunger, no cold and no need for
additional, unnatural light. It was early evening. The sun was about to set. It
was the end of another day.
….and,
like in the movies, the camera zoomed out of the scene and everything was
exactly how it was supposed to be….
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