HEAVEN... A question asked at Sunday night’s service triggered a memory of a spiritual hunger, a word from God and vision I was given a few years back. The Lord showed me something in 2009, and said never forget it. Sunday night that all flowed back, and I remember as if it was yesterday. The Lord spoke to me in service and said “Write about Heaven and why you don’t want to go”. I have a confession to make, when someone speaks of heaven how they can’t wait to go, or talk about the last days, the end times… it brings sorrow to my heart, not just a sad feeling, but a gut wrenching feeling. In the vision I saw all of the lost, and as I looked out across the generations of time, every part of me cried out, even now. I am happy that He saved me, and I am so thankful for where he brought me out of, but every hand I shake, every person I greet, every person I watch, I look farther than their appearance. I watch people, I have done that all of my life, more and more over the last few years. I am fascinated by their facial movements, hand movements, the way they interact with their family and friends, or even how they distance themselves from those around them. On Veterans Day I observed a family, a husband, wife and two children sitting down for dinner. I watched and noted as his wife and two children just sat there, while he laughed and texted back and forth on his cell. He never acknowledged them the entire time I was there, I was at Olive Garden, not a fast food or face paced service restaurant. I watch people in church, how they worship and give praise, or how they don’t. How during the service, they find facebook and texting more important than the service or even visiting during Bible Study, not focusing on the Word of God. I pay particular close attention to them and pray. The people that are not afraid to worship, I love them, and watch them and I am so grateful to a people, that exceedingly and abundantly worship and give my God all of the praise. I watch pastors, and ministers alike, their actions in the church and outside the doors, not to judge, but to judge myself in what actions or reactions or a set of standards I should hope to follow or not. The song says “to be like Jesus”, yes, but my Pastor, he comes in as a close 2nd because he has Jesus written all over him, in his walk, in his talk, in his prayer and that genuine love that flows from him. Yes he is a conduit of this great apostolic gospel and the love of Jesus Christ. It is always a sad day, when one steps out of the path of righteousness, out of the path that is required of them and forsakes this great gospel and questions God’s means, as if God lacked the understanding, and His Will needed to be likened unto their heart, and not the Love of God, the creator of all things. But Ron, you don’t want to go to Heaven? No not right now. I have children that are lost, grandchildren that may never know the Love of Jesus. I have brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews, both in-laws and out-laws who are not saved. No, No not right now. God has started a new ministry in my life, greater than I could have ever imagined, touching hundreds of souls a week. So do I want to make Heaven my home, yes I do. But right now, Lord give me the strength and never let me lose this passion I have for those who don’t know you, the lost, the backslidden and even those who just want Heaven on their terms, not willing to reach out or be part of the harvest. I see that vision of the lost, spanning generations, as far as the eye could see and farther. I can still feel the tears of that night, as anxiety overwhelmed me soul, looking for someone I might recognize. I go back there time and again in hopes not to find any of you there.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 18:33:43 +0000