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ITS FINALLY TIME
All my life I loved Jesus. I thought about this moment for many years, acting out what I would say, what I would feel. I told many others that this would be easy, but now that its here, I know it is not. It is finally time for me to die. I hate death! It has claimed all my loved ones, taken the young and the strong, broken our hearts, and messed up all our plans. I hate it even more now for coming at the wrong time. But is there ever a right time to die? I am becoming afraid. Death is near me. Death is cold. Death is oblivion and nothingness. Where is God now? Time is rushing me into the arms of death. Death is ugly, so ugly! I cannot push it away. I am alone. More alone than I have ever been. My God, My God! Why have you forsaken me? My family! I love you all. So little time left to tell you. You are not all here. I'll miss you. I'll miss seeing you grow up. I don't want to go now. But death is here, black and ugly; promising nothing on the other side. It is so different than I thought! I am terrified! Jesus, did you face death this way? Fading. Fading. Jesus! Jesus! Help me! Lor . . . Suddenly I am on the other side! It happened so fast. I felt no pain at all. Nothing. It was so easy. Why was I afraid? I see! I hear! I feel it all! This place, where I am, I look, and see angels and people! Several are coming close to me in welcome. My guardian angel! How tall you are, and so beautiful! You are smiling at me, laughing! Did I make your job that hard? Others are surrounding me. My mom! My Grandparents! Oh, how I have missed you all! So many others are here around me now! Such a party! But wait, looking straight in front of me, I finally remember to see who was here first. "I know you! Jesus, my Lord! It was you who brought me over! My Lord and my God! How I love you! I have waited so long to see you! Will you have me? Will you forgive me for all the things I did to cause you grief?" Jesus embraces me and I lean my head on his chest. It is finally time. I have come home at last. I feel something on my head. I take it off and look at it. It is a breathtakingly beautiful crown! I am speechless for a moment, but I know what to do. I carefully lay it down on the grass at His feet and then I lay down on my face toward Jesus. I am not worthy. I never could be. You are worthy Jesus! You alone are worthy of thanksgiving, and honor, and power, and might! All around me the others are prostrating themselves in the same way. Jesus! We adore you! Hosanna! Hallelujah! But Jesus just bids us all to get up, walking away. He calls to us to follow Him. We are going to a feast, a reunion! I am so happy, my Jubilee has come! I begin singing; I never could before. All the others are singing too. Hosanna. Hosanna. Hosanna to our King! |