A trail of grief though the valley of death,

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

July 10, 2008

From: Gary West
Sent: Thursday, July 10, 2008 9:35 AM
Subject: Heaven's clap

I don't know what the Guys are doing today.
I don't know if they are resting, or discovering the vastness of Gods
creation.
I think that based on my knowledge of them and my imagination, they
are on the move. Since Jesus is ever present. Since the Trinity is
everywhere, in every believer at the same time. He is present with them.
I have a view of them that is so real, so much what my heart and
mind envisions.
They are climbing trails, young and strong, the sound of their
favorite music echoes over and around the mountain peaks, they are able
to climb without shortness of breath. The are laughing, there are
reminiscing. They are asking a thousand questions without opening their
mouth, without saying a word. As fast a they ask, the answer is
apparent. It is given instantly. Like a father tending to a new born,
like a mother feeding an infant they are tended to.
They are moving up without a slip, without a stumble they climb on.
They round a spot in the trail and sit atop a high summit.
They are stunned by the view, not surprised. They have been there
long enough that nothing is a surprise. They smile, and in the distance
is the heavenly city. The new capital of the universe. Waiting to go to
the new earth.
They are training to ride, ride with the Christ. To take back the
earth from the dark one. They are up for the adventure. They are
anxiously awaiting that time. They look over the expanse of the view and
the sound of music ceases for a moment.
They look at each other and smile the deepest smile possible for
they know what is next. The silence in heaven always is a prelude to the
sound that they love the most.
They have heard it often. They have noticed that when this silence
occurs the energy in heaven is dialed up. The electricity is turned to
max. The silence is flowed by the bright glow from the heavenly city.
And then the shouts of millions, the clap of lifted hands. The claps and
shout rolls across the hills and valleys, it make the trees shudder, it
pushes a shock wave ahead of it. It brings a crystal beam of light that
radiates like the best light show ever imagined, times a million.
The first time this happened they immediately wondered what was
going on. They had no sooner thought about it, and the answer was
given, they could see the event, like a close up camera they could see
the stadium in heaven around the throne, in the new heaven. they
realized a sinner had come home, the angels celebrated with the energy
of all the last minute world series or super bowl wins. All the heroics
of all time were celebrated anew.
They were uninhibited, it was loud, it was exciting, it had no match
in anything they had seen or heard.
So as they explored the universe, as they trained for the battle to
come. They could stop and smile when they heard the silence. They knew,
they knew someone had come home. If because of them, a glow would appear
on their skin and a gold thread would weave its way around their head,
forming the outline of a heavenly sweatband. They laughed and gave each
other a special handshake they had learned on earth.
The free spirit that God had given them was now unfettered, they
were free, they were truly free.
The chains of the old earth and the fallen creation are removed.
They sit and smile. Knowing they have much to learn, much to see, much
to do.

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