"One Day Your Eyes Will Be Glad To See Me..."
John's Story:
I died. I went through the darkness to the light and was before the throne of judgement. Looking around I saw his Guardian Angel, instantly recognizing him, although this was the first time I had ever laid eyes upon him. I turned to my left and saw a hideously deformed creature that had nothing by hate and evil in his eyes, especially directed at me. For the first time I had breathed my last breath, I was afraid. There was someone else there also, a woman, I didn't immediately recognize. I knew where I was, I was at my judgement, and that scared me even worse.
I hadn't lived the best life, I wasn't really nice to people, kind of selfish really, even in my own family. Even when I was near death I didn't want to give anything to anyone, not even very many kind words. Being given a time to die was a great gift, because, although I wasn't a perfect saint, I did have a chance to repair some damage I had done in my family and with God, but as I breathed my last I wondered if it would be enough?
Standing before the Throne of God, I could feel all of my sins in the light of that perfect love that is God. I cannot even tell you how painful this was. Every thing I had ever said, done or thought was before the Holy God, and how black was my sin. Yes, some sin was not there because it had been repaired, but not all. This is when the demon stepped up and made quite a list of my sins before God, claiming me for his kingdom because of them. Read More Here!
I died. I went through the darkness to the light and was before the throne of judgement. Looking around I saw his Guardian Angel, instantly recognizing him, although this was the first time I had ever laid eyes upon him. I turned to my left and saw a hideously deformed creature that had nothing by hate and evil in his eyes, especially directed at me. For the first time I had breathed my last breath, I was afraid. There was someone else there also, a woman, I didn't immediately recognize. I knew where I was, I was at my judgement, and that scared me even worse.
I hadn't lived the best life, I wasn't really nice to people, kind of selfish really, even in my own family. Even when I was near death I didn't want to give anything to anyone, not even very many kind words. Being given a time to die was a great gift, because, although I wasn't a perfect saint, I did have a chance to repair some damage I had done in my family and with God, but as I breathed my last I wondered if it would be enough?
Standing before the Throne of God, I could feel all of my sins in the light of that perfect love that is God. I cannot even tell you how painful this was. Every thing I had ever said, done or thought was before the Holy God, and how black was my sin. Yes, some sin was not there because it had been repaired, but not all. This is when the demon stepped up and made quite a list of my sins before God, claiming me for his kingdom because of them. Read More Here!
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