Thursday, January 06, 2011

Jesus Whack-a-mole

I had a dream about the Rapture again last night.

The world seemed to be in disarray suddenly. I'm not sure if it was wind, lightning, noise, etc. but I know that we all knew something big was about to happen. I instinctively knew that it was the coming of Christ. I began singing praises immediately, lifting my hands and face to the heavens. Before long I was being pulled toward the clouds by what must have been God's own hands. I looked around and saw millions of others sailing upwards with me. I looked down and saw many familiar faces left on the ground, pain in their eyes; but I was not sad. There would be no sadness in paradise.

My question to myself is this: did I make it to heaven or did I reach the bottom of the clouds and as I poked my head through did Jesus play a game of whack-a-mole and send me back to the pits of earth to suffer before being given another chance?

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