what do you think
Asked by:
ML Morris on
January 4, 2008 at
12:43PM EST
6 months a go i felt led to be a writer, so i've been writing and this is what i ended up with.
My Night Adventure By: ML Morris December 2007
My adventure started when I died. I was asleep when I died, and
contrary to popular belief it’s not a very peaceful way to die (well, I
didn’t think so any way.). I was dreaming at the time, and I was
walking in a forest of yellow trees covered with purple roses,
snow
white grass, where the sky was fire red, and the ostriches fly like
eagles. As I was walking in this strange forest, I heard an awful
sound,
like a woman screaming, but deeper in pitch and jagged. Then I heard a
voice saying, “The ending, the ending of a story too short to be known
is coming.” The voice was not made by the same thing that made the
screaming. It was friendly (if you can call what it said friendly) and
familiar, like that little voice in the back of your head that tells
you to get out of the dark and back to the light. Then, whatever was
screaming started again, but this time talking, “I’m coming! I’m coming
to do what I was created to do!” And then started screaming again.
After
hearing this, that little voice I talked about before told me to run,
so
I did. I ran and ran, and then the little voice told me, “Stop running,
it is no use, for the monster is here, and he has come to do what he
was
created to do.”. So I stop, and waited for him, and waited, and waited,
and waited, and (did I tell you I have a very short attention span)
finally the screaming started again. Suddenly, something weird
happened: I
started feeling cold and calm (actually, it was one feeling but there
isn’t really a word to describe that feeling, it’s like waiting for a
snow flake to land on your tongue, or waiting for a good thing to
happen in
a uncomfortable place. Like I said, it was weird.). The more it
screamed the stronger the feeling became. After an other long period of
time, just when it felt like my ears were going to bleed, the screaming
stopped. I looked all around me, not leaving my spot, searching for any
sign of movement. As I was looking (it looked more like I was spinning
in circles than looking) the forest started to disappear. It was
gradual, like every thing was melting away, getting out of my way so I
could see, until the ground was gone. After a while of standing on
nothing, I finally found my self floating in mid air. Then, my child
survival instincts kicked in, and so I did what any five year old would
do in this position: I closed my eyes and screamed bloody murder,
waiting for something to happen. After about five minutes of my
screaming
had passed, the little voice told me, “Open your eyes, and when you do,
do not scream.”. So I did, and what I saw when I opened them was a
giant. A twenty foot tall giant with wolf heads for hands and a
elephant
skull for a head. Seeing this, I did what the voice told me not to do,
I
screamed. Promptly after doing so I ran, but I didn’t get very
far because he caught me before I could get 6 feet away. After catching
me,
he brought me face to face with him and started talking to me.
“Are you ready to die?” he asked.
“Wha'!?”
“Are you ready to die, and face judgment?”
“…..Uuuhhaa.. I
guess.”
“Good. Will you fight against me?”
“No, why would I fight against a giant, that’s stupid.”
“Because I am death, and man always fights against me.”
“You’re death! I thought death was supposed to be a skeleton in a black robe carrying a scythe.”
“A common misconception. Plus you’re dreaming.”
“I am?”
“Yes, for quite sometime now. You should really wake up and meet Tony.
“Who’s Tony?
“I’m Tony.” After hearing this new voice, I woke up to a very odd
sight. An angel wearing a neon yellow suit (he said it’s lemon, but this
is my account of the story and I say it’s neon yellow) and a black and
white checkered neck tie.
“Are you Tony?” I asked.
“Yep.” He replied.
“What are you here for?”
“I’m here to take you to Heaven.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re dead.”
“’Kay, does that make you a death angel?”
“Actually I’m an escort, but yes I'm a death angle.”
“So death angels don't cause death.”
“No. I just take people to there destination.”
“Hence the taxicab get-up.”
“I’m only wearing this because you have a good since of humor, and also to
prove a point. I usually wear a blue suit and matching tie.”
“Odd. I was figuring that someone had a near death experience, saw you
and decided to put it on a friend’s taxicab as a joke, but the colors
were appealing and were used on the taxicab ever since.”
“Well, that was the corniest thing I have ever heard.”
“Thank you.”
“Time to go now.” He said as he turned towards the door.
“Cool, how do we going to get there? Will we fly or instantly pop there?”
“Walk.”
“’Kay, why
walking?”
“I like walking, and I thought we could talk as we went.”
“OK, now how do we walk to Heaven?”
“I’ll show you, just follow me.”
I remember leaving my room, walking down the hall way to the front
door, leaving the house, and walking down the drive. But nothing about
the walk there, except the walk there and our conversation, is of no
importance.
My arrival to Heaven was not how I expected it
to be. I was expecting to walk through great golden gates and
to stand before God’s throne and have my life judged and be rewarded
accordingly. But instead I just arrived, no pomp, no ceremony.
“Um, Tony.”
“Yeah?”
“Are you forgetting something?”
“No.”
“Are you sure, because I thought I was supposed to be judged by now like
it says in Hebrews 9:27, ’And as it is appointed unto man once to die,
but after this the judgment:’”
“That’s true, but not right
after death. The Saved and the unsaved judging is not till the Great
White Throne Judgment, at the end of the world. It doesn’t make since
to judge people twice.
“I guess not.”
“I got to go now. Here’s Cain to show you around and to answer any and all questions.”
“OK, bye.”
Let me describe Cain for you. Cain is a Seraphim, like in Isaiah
chapter six, he was dressed in what looked like liquid fire that
reached down to his feet and the only holes in it was the ones for his
head and wings. The fire cloth (that’s what I called it) was a vibrant
green, like spring grass. It is very tempting just to stare into it
and watch it whip and ripple about.
“Jenny, Jenny, Jenny? Jennifer!” he said, trying to get my attention.
“Yes… oh… I’m sorry. I got drawn in by the beauty of your robe."
“That’s alright, but there is more beautiful things here to see than this. Please, follow me.”
Cain led me around the city, showing me the mansions, the Temple of God,
the tree of life, the tree of multiple fruits, and the many notable
people of faith. While writing this, I wanted to describe the beauty of
Heaven. I found that the human language is a very ignorant one. I can’t
describe it be cause of the lack of meaning words have for the glory of God
and His house. But I can describe how it feels to be there, though. It’s
like having a song living inside of you. It’s like coming home to loved
ones after a long journey. It’s the feeling you have when you're laughing
nonstop for no other reason than to laugh. It’s the feeling of safety
of a parent after a bad dream, like life was all a nightmare. Love in
with form. Joy made a part of yourself. And what made this all so real
is the inner knowledge that we’re with God and that this will never end. Another thing I can describe is a lady on a porch in a rocking chair,
holding a baby (yes a baby). I found this quite odd myself, because
people can’t have babies in Heaven. I inquired Cain about this.
He answered, “The child is an abortion victim, and the woman is a
faithful servant who had no children on earth. She is reworded with the
rearing of the children."
This was quickly followed by “Cool.” An
other strange thing I saw were people sitting around a picnic table,
others talking about their life on earth, some playing tag, and others sitting in
lawn chairs drinking something warm. I wondered about this, because I
thought people in Heaven were forever singing and praising God. I asked
Cain and his answer wasn't what I expected.
“We do praise worship God continually.” He said.
“This is worship?” I asked.
“Yes, we are God’s children, and being a Father He enjoys seeing his
child play and enjoy the gifts he gives us. He wants us to
fellowship with one another.”
“How is that worship?”
“It’s not. The
Saved worship God the same way they did on earth, in there heart with
singing and thanks. They are forever talking with Him, it’s a never
ending prayer.”
“So you never talk to Jesus or sing out loud?”
“We do, I am just explaining how they are praising God now. You must
remember the Saved never had the Holy Ghost leave them so they still
worship the way the Saved on earth do, or should do.”
“Wow.”
“Are there any more questions?”
“Yes. Can we see Jesus?”
“No.”
“Why not? Did I do something wrong?” I was in tears.
“No, you did not do any thing wrong. He does not want you to see Him until you can stay with Him forever.”
“Am--am I going some where?”
“You are going back to earth.” As he said this, he put his hand on
my forehead. ”Goodbye, Jennifer.” Then, he pushed me backwards.
I
hit the ground. It was pitch black. I lied there for a long time
wondering where I was. It took me a while to finally realize that I
had my eyes closed and that I was lying in my bed. I opened my eyes
expecting to see my ceiling and hoping to see Heaven’s golden sky.
What I saw was nothing I expected: I saw Tony.
“Have fun?” He asked me.
“Yes I
did.”
“Disappointed?” He asked as I sat up.
“Yes.”
“Thought you would be.”
“Why am I back?”
“To tell the world a story.”
“Wha'?” I said, getting to my feet.
“God wants you to write down your little adventure and share it with others.”
“OK, why?”
“He taught you things He wants you to tell others.”
“Why me?”
“He loves you.” (I heard that all my life, but it didn’t really kick in till I realized that God only uses
man because He loves us and allows us to show are love by obeying Him.)
“Wow.”
“I have a gift for you, it’s in your closet.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll find out. Goodbye! See you soon.”
“Not to soon I hope.”
“Hahahahaha! That’s so old.”
“How old?”
“You don’t want to know, Old.” After waving goodbye, he left.
And
being the curious sort, I went (when I say went I mean I 'ran') to my closet,
an inside I found the yellow suit and checkered tie. On the floor
was a notebook, a pencil, and five erasers. After seeing the erasers,
the first thing that popped into my head was, “Smart Alec.”
An Ending
