little_butterfl
02-23-2008, 01:25 PM
“Help!” came the desperate cry once more. “O God save me! I cannot live without You! I need You – please God. Help me”
It was pitch black; nothing could be seen. Occasional groans and screams let her know that others were suffering as well. Once again she lifted up her desperate plea for help, feeling more hopeless and alone as she let her head drop forward on her arm.
Suddenly, far off, there was a light, faint but coming closer.
She lifted herself once more, grimacing at the pain. The pain of the bitterness and the greed. The pain of the selfishness and the craving for more. The pain of the emptiness and the anger against God and fellow man.
The light continued. As it came closer, she could make out a figure all dressed in white. A shinning white that burnt your eyes. The face was so kind, so gentle. When the figure reached her side, He reached out a hand, and she saw a hole in the wrist. The other hand held a brightly burning candle. His eyes were so soft, so sorrowful.
“Come daughter. I have come to take you home.” Said He.
“But my Lord,” she protested. “I cannot stand, the pain is to great.”
“To get rid of the pain, you must forgive those who have wronged you, let go of the pleasures of the material world and care for others instead of yourself. You must also let me fill the void in your heart, and you must love and fear God, who made you with all the love and care you need.”
“Oh Lord, I have done all these things, but let You fill my void. Do You really care? I have done so much wrong – God cannot love me now.” And she hid her face in her hands.
He took her hands and pulled her to her feet.
“Child, your Father and I love you more passionately, more devoutly than any other. That is why I am here- to take you home if you will come. Some, those who are hardened and calloused by the world refuse, for they cannot understand the mysteries of the Father. He heard you call and sent me to bring you home. Will you come?”
“Yes.” She was sobbing. “I will come. Oh Lord Jesus, take me!”
When she beheld her Father, she stood and stared, then began to cry and bless His name. Then, as if she was a little again, she ran into His open arms.
It was pitch black; nothing could be seen. Occasional groans and screams let her know that others were suffering as well. Once again she lifted up her desperate plea for help, feeling more hopeless and alone as she let her head drop forward on her arm.
Suddenly, far off, there was a light, faint but coming closer.
She lifted herself once more, grimacing at the pain. The pain of the bitterness and the greed. The pain of the selfishness and the craving for more. The pain of the emptiness and the anger against God and fellow man.
The light continued. As it came closer, she could make out a figure all dressed in white. A shinning white that burnt your eyes. The face was so kind, so gentle. When the figure reached her side, He reached out a hand, and she saw a hole in the wrist. The other hand held a brightly burning candle. His eyes were so soft, so sorrowful.
“Come daughter. I have come to take you home.” Said He.
“But my Lord,” she protested. “I cannot stand, the pain is to great.”
“To get rid of the pain, you must forgive those who have wronged you, let go of the pleasures of the material world and care for others instead of yourself. You must also let me fill the void in your heart, and you must love and fear God, who made you with all the love and care you need.”
“Oh Lord, I have done all these things, but let You fill my void. Do You really care? I have done so much wrong – God cannot love me now.” And she hid her face in her hands.
He took her hands and pulled her to her feet.
“Child, your Father and I love you more passionately, more devoutly than any other. That is why I am here- to take you home if you will come. Some, those who are hardened and calloused by the world refuse, for they cannot understand the mysteries of the Father. He heard you call and sent me to bring you home. Will you come?”
“Yes.” She was sobbing. “I will come. Oh Lord Jesus, take me!”
When she beheld her Father, she stood and stared, then began to cry and bless His name. Then, as if she was a little again, she ran into His open arms.