your fears to rest. You are in my hands, I assure you. I shall be by your side every minute of the trial.”
They walked side by side into the great judgment hall, a vast arena, surrounded by men and women robed in white. Chris took little note of his surroundings. There were many people here, yet Chris’s attention was drawn to the figure upon the white throne before him. It was a human figure, as bright as the sun, yet His radiance didn’t hurt his eyes. Instinctively, Chris knelt before the figure upon the throne. He was unsure as to whether it was proper to look into the face of God as he did; yet he could do nothing else. What he beheld was magnificent beyond description.
The being upon the throne appeared ageless, with no wrinkles or imperfections. Chris fully realized that, in this case, age was a meaningless concept. Chris remembered that God was a spirit, perhaps He only took on a familiar form for Chris, one that he could relate to.
The white-robed being was of enormous stature, and yet Chris was not as afraid as he thought he might have been. Yes, having Jesus at his side helped a lot, but the Being before him, the Creator of the universe, was the Creator of Jesus as well, the ultimate Father of all. He had so loved the world; that He had sent Jesus to redeem those who lived in it.
A white-robed angel, who stood before the throne, opened a large book. And in that moment, Chris beheld his life, amidst the blue mists of a divine vision. At first he was fearful, ashamed of what might be revealed, yet those things never appeared. He witnessed himself as a child praying the prayer of faith with his mother. He witnessed his own baptism at the church in Eugene, Oregon.
He’d had a little trouble on that day. He’d swallowed some water on the way up from the baptismal pool, and had choked on it off and on for the better part of a minute. It was definitely an embarrassing moment, and here it was for all to see. Had he heard traces of subdued mirth from the vast audience around him? He wasn’t sure, but he thought so. He looked nervously toward the angel who stood by the great book, their eyes met. He was surprised to see the expression of mild amusement upon the angel’s face. He was unsure as to whether that was a good or a bad sign.
Chris saw himself as a young man, proclaiming his faith in his Savior before his friends at school. He spoke boldly of God’s love to them. Some laughed at him, even made fun of him, but most listened. Yes, he had planted a seed in their hearts, more than he had thought. Some of those to whom he had spoken had gone on to accept the good news he had shared with them. This, too, was revealed in the vision.
The vision continued, and he witnessed happy times with his parents at their home, gatherings around the dinner table, in the back yard, in the park. There were so many happy memories.
A tear came to his eye as he saw himself praying with his mother in the hospital during her last days on Earth. Yes, there were some sad times, but nothing for which he should have felt ashamed. Somehow those things had been erased from the record. Somehow? He knew how, didn’t he? It was the blood of the Lamb, the blood of Jesus, shed on Calvary. The Bible spoke of the cleansing blood. Now Chris truly understood the meaning of those words. It had to have been the blood that had washed his sins from the record before him, the record that God now reviewed.
When the vision came to an end, and the time came to speak, Chris did not have to defend himself before the judgment seat, for it was Jesus who spoke in his behalf. He spoke of His love for Chris, of faithfulness, and devotion, of the debts He had already paid. When He had finished, God turned to the angel who stood before the judgment seat.
“Does the name of Christopher Alan Davis, appear in the Lamb’s Book of Life?” He asked.
There was a pause, a shuffling of pages that could not have lasted for more than a few seconds, yet, to Chris
They walked side by side into the great judgment hall, a vast arena, surrounded by men and women robed in white. Chris took little note of his surroundings. There were many people here, yet Chris’s attention was drawn to the figure upon the white throne before him. It was a human figure, as bright as the sun, yet His radiance didn’t hurt his eyes. Instinctively, Chris knelt before the figure upon the throne. He was unsure as to whether it was proper to look into the face of God as he did; yet he could do nothing else. What he beheld was magnificent beyond description.
The being upon the throne appeared ageless, with no wrinkles or imperfections. Chris fully realized that, in this case, age was a meaningless concept. Chris remembered that God was a spirit, perhaps He only took on a familiar form for Chris, one that he could relate to.
The white-robed being was of enormous stature, and yet Chris was not as afraid as he thought he might have been. Yes, having Jesus at his side helped a lot, but the Being before him, the Creator of the universe, was the Creator of Jesus as well, the ultimate Father of all. He had so loved the world; that He had sent Jesus to redeem those who lived in it.
A white-robed angel, who stood before the throne, opened a large book. And in that moment, Chris beheld his life, amidst the blue mists of a divine vision. At first he was fearful, ashamed of what might be revealed, yet those things never appeared. He witnessed himself as a child praying the prayer of faith with his mother. He witnessed his own baptism at the church in Eugene, Oregon.
He’d had a little trouble on that day. He’d swallowed some water on the way up from the baptismal pool, and had choked on it off and on for the better part of a minute. It was definitely an embarrassing moment, and here it was for all to see. Had he heard traces of subdued mirth from the vast audience around him? He wasn’t sure, but he thought so. He looked nervously toward the angel who stood by the great book, their eyes met. He was surprised to see the expression of mild amusement upon the angel’s face. He was unsure as to whether that was a good or a bad sign.
Chris saw himself as a young man, proclaiming his faith in his Savior before his friends at school. He spoke boldly of God’s love to them. Some laughed at him, even made fun of him, but most listened. Yes, he had planted a seed in their hearts, more than he had thought. Some of those to whom he had spoken had gone on to accept the good news he had shared with them. This, too, was revealed in the vision.
The vision continued, and he witnessed happy times with his parents at their home, gatherings around the dinner table, in the back yard, in the park. There were so many happy memories.
A tear came to his eye as he saw himself praying with his mother in the hospital during her last days on Earth. Yes, there were some sad times, but nothing for which he should have felt ashamed. Somehow those things had been erased from the record. Somehow? He knew how, didn’t he? It was the blood of the Lamb, the blood of Jesus, shed on Calvary. The Bible spoke of the cleansing blood. Now Chris truly understood the meaning of those words. It had to have been the blood that had washed his sins from the record before him, the record that God now reviewed.
When the vision came to an end, and the time came to speak, Chris did not have to defend himself before the judgment seat, for it was Jesus who spoke in his behalf. He spoke of His love for Chris, of faithfulness, and devotion, of the debts He had already paid. When He had finished, God turned to the angel who stood before the judgment seat.
“Does the name of Christopher Alan Davis, appear in the Lamb’s Book of Life?” He asked.
There was a pause, a shuffling of pages that could not have lasted for more than a few seconds, yet, to Chris
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