No Need To Hate

It’s a crazy world out there these days.  “Peace and Love” has been reduced to just a topic of conversation.  Well, it’s not going to be this way forever!    It WILL be alright.

“It’s a crazy world” and in the same breath, “It will be alright”?  Is this guy some kind of kook?    Time will tell…….

How could it possibly be alright??  Cars break down, loved ones may need hospitalization, kids need raised, bills need paid, jobs get lost and more.  I’ve heard it said that life is a real piece of … work.  It doesn’t have to be…..  Having had a, so-called, NEAR death experience, I can think of plenty of reasons it will be alright.

There IS justice, in the end.  People who have intentionally caused suffering will receive the SAME suffering, once these few “moments”  (80 years?) are over…. and it will be intensified and multiplied.  Intensified in what way?   Separated from “God”, there is no hope, no goodness, no love, no people, and no chance for change.  A murderer will FEEL…..as if it were “LIVE”, THEMSELF being murdered, from now on (and multiplied!)!  … Someone wronging you today WILL GET THEIRS shortly.  No need to hate .  Hate will be turned against those of us who use it.   Thanks, but “no thanks”..  If, eventually, they ARE going to be away from God, forever, (because there is no “time”),  SORROW seems to be more appropriate.

(Think what you will…)  I saw Jesus, during my “death” experience.  Think about the change in perspective when you KNOW there is A God……and JUSTICE, PERFECT JUSTICE.

There is a God, AND there will be justice?!!  For EVERY SINGLE time we were… put in fear by someone… or lied about… or injured, physically, or mentally… there will be JUSTICE… automatic and effortless… guaranteed Justice.   It will be alright.

How about that scary transition we call “death”?  Fear not, my friend…. the moment we…pass on (“death”)…and arrive “there”,  we have no clue as to how we got there, similar to being knocked out.  Car wreck?  Drowned?  Murdered?  It is over, and DOES NOT MATTER…. knowing that there is Justice, and everything will be alright, it simply does not matter enough to TRY to recall!  Knowing that EVERYONE will receive THEIR very own “just desserts”, suddenly the things that happened before are TOTALLY unimportant…. including how we “died”!

Would you like a shot at one of those “goofy” lives where things going wrong DON’T MATTER?  Do you want to look like one of those air-heads in the old movies where the people are happy, even when they’re being shat upon?

Just treat people the way you would want treated yourself… and HANG IN THERE!

It WILL BE alright….there’s no need to hate….

 

I’ll Do ANYTHING, If ONLY…

Have you ever promised God that you would do ANYTHING….that’s ANYTHING God wanted…if you could just SEE Him for yourself?  After all, just to know that…there IS a God would be life-changing, yes?  You would see God, immediately know what you were supposed to do next, and you (happily) get right on it!  Sound about right?

It sounds so easy……

Mid-teens….I’m BEGGING for this same thing…for two years (forever, at that age).  With unfaltering belief…….patiently waiting…..  Then, WHAM…my car is suddenly many feet shorter….the truck hadn’t yielded.

The good friend in my passenger seat runs in to the nearest phone to call for help.  Meanwhile, I “come to”, get out, track him down…..his eyes get as big as saucers, when he sees me!  …..”You were DEAD!”, he says.  There’s one question that would likely come after that……”WHAT??”, I say.  “YOU W-E-R-E  D-E-A-D”, he repeats it.  I’m dazed…. and he’s goofy, I figure.  My reply, “Well I’m NOT DEAD NOW…..!”.  Then, back to the matters at hand.

MONTHS later, in seconds, all this…information….POURED into my head.  It turns out to have been the recollection of what they now call a “near death experience”.  I had/have details NOBODY could just …KNOW.

So what?  So…what to do with all this…stuff?  What else, tell family and friends.  Naturally.  Except even they’ll shoot you down.  What is this supposed to be accomplishing anyway?  How about just waiting….until there is a history of ….sanity….to point to.  Maybe I can come to understand what it all means.  Yeah, I’ll just go on with life, living and learning.  It’s a plan.

Forty-plus years later….that plan won’t work!  That kind of talk at this age just means you’re starting to “lose your marbles”!?  That’s just GREAT…..

The goal, and the promise?  To tell every person alive all the….GOOD news….way before the internet existed, nigh, impossible.

Now it is “possible”…..what to do?  What to say?  ….It is NOT easy……

 

 

…but.

I’m at the Life Review.  (You’ll get your chance.)  In mere MOMENTS, every single act, and thought I EVER did and had was all around me, as if happening for the first time!  And yet, the entire thing happened so FAST, it was over before my brain could register it.  But I remembered it all!

As if that wasn’t strange enough, I saw things as if I was on the receiving end of things I had said and done.  To me it seemed like the effects were amplified somewhat.  It’s that or…some of the things I had said…cut to the bone?  Or were those “recipients” just (too) “sensative”?  …No, that was not the answer.

I would come to a place, in this…thought stealing review, that I would feel I needed to…defend my actions.  Over and over I would begin by saying, “yeah, but”…and that would be the end of the moment, moving on to the next.  After this had occured several times, I realized that my “yeah, but” “explanation” carried no weight.  It wasn’t that it was a “lie”, more like…you should have known better, AND WOULD HAVE, if truly coming from a place of love!

There it is…the “afterlife’s” standards for admission, and now you know, when your turn comes, that “but.” is always the end of the sentence.

 

How to Make a Miracle

There once was a family of three.  One child is all there would be.  As one might imagine, this situation made that one child extra special, in the eyes of the parents.  Naturally.

The child was still a toddler when it was discovered that heart surgery would soon be needed.

To make a long (and agonizing) story short, the little legs on this darling would no longer function, afterward.

Doctors and nurses would come in every hour or two, checking blood pressure, giving medicine, poking, prodding…yes, the full treatment….hoping, and watching for any sign of return of function.  Hours go by, then days.  The first few hours would be their best hope.  If not hours, there is still hope for many days.

Days turn into weeks.  One week…still hope.  Two weeks, a little less hope.  After three weeks, they’re moving into “forget it land”.  You know the place.  It’s where even the “powers that be” agree to purchase a teeny tiny wheelchair for the three year old parapalegic.  The tiny, folding chair made it so weekends at home were finally possible.

Somehow, life must go on.  Sure, you might forget your name most of the time….but….  So it’s week three, week four, week five.  Who knows what day it is…..  Another weekend, and another trip home.

Packing up, getting ready for the hour long ride home.  Oh, visitors come, just as it is time to leave.  The mother strikes up a conversation, for a few minutes.  The father sits, in a daze…a fog….the twilight zone!  (After all, he IS the one that gave the go ahead.) Every waking (and otherwise) moment is spent trying to maximize the chances of recovery, in any way, to any degree possible.

Having thought, and planned, and investigated everything that anyone mentioned that might help, what is left?  Only…..a miracle.  Sure, like these people deserve a miracle!?  Uh huh…….  Well…what do they have to lose?

Dad begins to talk to God (a lot of people call it “praying”), silently.  Nothing happens, surprise!  With a clear mind, he continues to “speak”, and seek.  He feels the need to lay his hands on the affliction, though he is absolutely against “hocus pocus”.

Now attempting to…transmit…some of his strength to those legs, thoughts run wild!  Thoughts of, what will these people think, if they see what is going on over here.  Nobody does, so continue.  Why would this work??  This can’t work (now, here)”, he thinks.  Then it begins….why NOT now?  why NOT here?!  Why NOT for this innocent child?!  A wave of…….anything is possible….came over him.

Yes, why NOT.  Well…………………what if, with functioning legs, something worse ends up happening?  Who IS this guy who thinks he knows better than the Almighty, what is best for this child?!!  So he backs off his request, and asks for whatever it is that He (the Almighty) wants for this little life, fully knowing it may mean giving up a miracle.

Finally, someone notices dads hands on the legs.  “What are you doing?”.  “Nothing”.  They all leave.

One hour later, back home…..a fresh set of clothes will feel more “homey”.  WHAT’S THIS?!!  Toes move!!  Feet slightly move!!  They were checked minutes before leaving the hospital, an hour before!!  That’s ALL that happens, but still………….  After five weeks….checked continually, day and night, by professionals, and this one hour is when this happened???

Once again, yes, this was us/me, the dad.   And the debate begins.

The one thing that comes to mind, after YEARS of contemplation, as far as an “answer” goes is, “Your faith has healed you”.  Jesus wasn’t healing that person, they touched HIM, and were healed!  What He said makes me think…..

Then, there was Jesus telling  His followers, they would do things greater than He himself did!  What do these things mean?

I KNOW what I think it means……..   It appears that EVERYONE has this available.  How do we qualify for this power?  THAT I don’t know.

Who IS “Mr. Big”?

Let’s think about this a moment…………

Are all the people who don’t accept our deity going to eternal damnation?  Yes?  Really??  Is that because our religious leaders said so, or because…..those other peoples’ love somehow doesn’t count?!  Not bloody likely!

You know, even the followers of Jesus said he was the SON of God, not GOD.  Couldn’t the people now in Heaven be called SONS (and daughters!) of God.  They don’t all become sons of God the minute they step through the “pearly gates”.  They were already sons of God before they “died”!  That’s why they are now in Heaven.

So, who’s to say that, the persons’ whose teachings were the Light in our life, won’t meet us when life is over?  Not me!  With that said, WHO did I see?  Let me tell you something about HOW and WHO…….

The life review of every second of my life is over.  Suddenly, in a different…..area (a room, but not a room(?)), standing, looking at the floor.  “Why am I standing looking at the floor?”, I wonder.  Then it comes to me…..there’s a light that’s in front of me…it’s unbelievably bright!  Then it occurs to me, where I MUST be.  “This is just like the olden days, when people went before the king……….and, if I am where I think I am, this is the King of Kings!”  It’s  at this point that “every knee shall bow”, believe it!

Having been a relatively strong physical specimen, falling to my knees shouldn’t be possible.  Oh, it’s possible.  Fighting it all the way, eventually my head is sideways on the floor, because FACE to the floor was not low enough (!!).

Hey, this may be the only chance to see the face of the One in the light.  For one thing, the One WAS the Light!  “The face, the face, I’ve GOT TO SEE!!”  I used every single ounce of strength in me….the light did not hurt the eyes…the light was…. LOVE.  Explain that, eh!  Then the face came into view……….it was………………………………………………………………..Jesus!  Not like any picture from before, or since, but it was clear who He was.

I was shown the future,and I was not there.  The family was devastated….I had to go back.  No trip back down the tunnel (maybe a pit?), then, POOF, and back I am.

In addition, my understanding of “no religion is just right”, but, “most have the correct intent” leaves me thinking………… WHO WILL meet the rest of the world?  That is one answer not received….I know what I believe, but this I can’t testify to.

The Answer to the 1000 Questions.

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The kid who still has a thousand questions is in shock. WHAT JUST HAPPENED??!! Wide awake, with a trustworthy brother as a “witness”……(nicknamed “Angelboy” his entire childhood)…. this didn’t happen, did it? What about the knowledge, that people normally don’t have, that remains after this experience?
This next bit is great!
Not knowing the reason for this type of experience the kid formulates a test. The test? List the 1000 questions that, presumably, The Almighty, personally, said the kid would have the ANSWER to. If there aren’t a thousand, maybe the experience had been….something else, and/or not real. No, it was more real than life itself. So, the list is started. The list to test God…. Yeah.
It takes very little time to come up with a good sized list. The kid counts…it’s over 100. While very impressive, the change in ONE DAY, it is not 1000.
The list of answered questions continues to grow as the days pass. Soon it tops 200, and climbing fast. Anybody can see at this point that, given time enough, 1000 answers could be doable!  The kid won’t be cheated by God after all, surprise!  The list is abandoned. This was not the proof, the “miraculous” proof that would say, “yes, it was real”, or even, “Guess again”. One must be patient.
Life goes on….with a singular focus in the back of your mind….and a feeling that “the List” had been constructed wrong. It was “too full”….too full? There were less than 300 on the list of answered questions, what happens when there are a thousand!  Maybe it could be preferable to make a list, numbered one to 1000, then, use 2-3 words to describe each of the 1000. No, that is still “too full”. Say what? That’s it.
Life goes on. The question remains, too full, too full, too full. There is no explanation for it, but, it seemed that, by adding one word to the majority of the 1000 lines, most of the rest would be unnecessary. Say what?
Time goes by (irretrievably).
A year or more since the original list was begun, two friends were speaking about the, seemingly, nonsensical “problem” concerning “too full”. The words were spoken, “it seems like it could be boiled down to….needing one word….”
“Knock, knock.” A visitor is at the door. “No time to stay”, but he talks proudly of his young children. He is proud and happy to be a father. He begins to say, “I really……” , BUT, he’s interrupted by the kid….the one with a thousand questions. A loud voice says, “LOVE!!!! LOVE!!!!! Love is the answer to every (practical) question!!!” The visitor thought the kid had lost it…until they talked, and agreed, love is the answer to at least ONE THOUSAND(+) questions.
Recap: Kid won’t be “happy” until God proves he’s there. Kid gets “proof”. Not good enough, you lie, there are possibly not 1000 answers……….besides, they came too slow to be real, ALSO,….. Ooops. One word…answered…the…1000 questions………..all at once………………………………………………………………………