I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
-M.L.K. Jr.
A few nights ago, I had a dream. I was dead, I had died shortly before my 17th birthday. I was walking in between two angels. I was explaining them the idea of dieing young, and how as a human, we experience a sad feeling in disappointing the other humans we love. (Hey, they're angels, not humans.) They had six wings, folded in various ways. The angels were walking, not flying, but our feet made no noise in the soft grass. I wasn't sad, I was happy. The angels comforted me and said that Christ had saved me and that my war against sin had been won. But still, I thought of everyone I knew. Everyone I loved back on Earth, how they would be sad for my early(in their eyes) departure. The angels led me to the far side of the field, and told me to behold the ones I loved. Standing before me, was my sister, flanked by two young men and a woman who I knew to be her children, behind them, their children, and future generations. My parents were also there. In the crowd, there were people of mixed race: some black, mostly white, some asian. all standing there, staring into my eyes and smiling. I looked up, everything dissolved, I closed my eyes and I praised God for his glory. I opened my eyes to see, my alarm clock... and my dark blue sheets cascading softly on my bed.
This dream is running off of the concept that if time is nothing to God, then the elect are already in heaven because heaven is not on a timeline, it just exists.
-Wes
Blessed Dreams.
