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…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.

 

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How to Stop the Escalation

Who hasn’t run into a situation where there are several people having a conversation.  They may be talking about…….politics, or how to raise children, or some such.The conversation becomes “heated”, verging on argument.  Most folks that find themselves in this position have come to the point where, knowing minds probably won’t be changed, today, they work on winding down the situation, agreeing to disagree (and, probably go home and apply a little of what they heard!).  What is the alternative?

With  topics that mean so much to a person, such as these, it is awful easy to go too far.  First, it becomes yelling.  Throw in a couple belly bumps.  Add a push, here and there.  What’s next?  Yep, somebody swings.  One swings, so the other takes a swing.  Throw in a bystander, or two, and we have a party, of the heinous variety.  Maybe, somebody dies.  So somebody else, from the opposing faction, has to die, right?  Where does this end?  DOES this end?

All this was able to be “easily” avoided by just winding down the situation, each person still feeling correct, but “living” with it, accepting things as they are, for now, but working for change.  Instead of focusing on who had received the last beating, or insult, or even death, there needs to be an agreement that the only way to stop this “thing” is to just STOP NOW.  It seems it’s the only way to prevent an (inevitable?) escalation, when discord begins.  If it NOW works for conversation, it can be made to apply to WAR!  If no one cares about the lives saved, think about the MONEY SAVED!  Everyones’ standard of living goes up, if there’s no war.  Hello?

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………………………………………………………………………

The Kid with a Thousand Questions

Entry #1    Got questions about life or death? Who doesn’t? For instance, what IS life all about? Should I care about others? Could I? What is death like? These questions, and more, cross our mind at some time in our lives.  Wouldn’t it be GREAT if we could have the answers to all such questions?!  What if it was possible to actually SEE, and especially, TALK with anyone in the “afterlife”?  Knowing, simply, that there is SOMETHING/SOMEONE there, would anyone really need the answers to all those questions?  A kid (named Thomas?) did.

A kid wouldn’t know not to make promises that are impossible to keep…..promises like, “If I could only SEE, for myself”, if stories about an afterlife were true, this kid would tell “every single person in the world” what was there.  Dumb kid……………………………………………?  Kids, also, don’t realize that most people will just figure that this kid is a couple bricks short of a load……”crazy”.  Still, some kids, naïve as they are, wouldn’t care about that….and go ahead and tell people what’s what…………….brave kids!

This is the report of just that kind of kid, getting what he asked for ….oh…boy….  Each future entry aims to answer one of….a thousand questions that we won’t know the answers to, until this life is over…..usually.  Believe what you will.