The Reasoning of the Chosen

A dream…

Suddenly, it was time.
People gathered in large numbers, milling around,
All waiting to see if their name would be called next.
Then they would be ushered into the dining room to eat.
All waited expectantly, wondering.
Names were called; big important names.
And one by one, these VIP’s were ushered in,
Where a wingless angel stood nearby
Taking their order for pizza,
And placing each person around the tables,
Each thinking it was according to their rank.
The others outside, still waiting,
Could see all that went on inside,
(Despite the huge crowds.)
Each name that was called, they would justify.
Yes, we can understand why he was chosen,
For he was the owner of that company.
And that guy over there, hey, wasn’t he the town mayor?
Then my old pastor’s name was called.
I watched as he entered and took his place,
(He was in line not far from me.)
He went in, placed his order, and ate beside the others.
A few other people were called and seated,
Then my name was called.
Whispers of shock reverberated around the tables,
Why her? Who was she? She was a nobody!
Why is she joining us here at our table?
They could not understand the reasoning of the chosen,
Nor could I. For yes, they were right, I was no one.
I placed no order, but received a pizza just the same.
It was a large green-peppered pizza, with pepperoni.
I eyed it, mouth watering, yet hesitating.
(I liked pepperoni and green peppers, but could not eat them while on earth.)
But somehow I knew, that this time it was O.K. for me to eat it,
And that I would not get sick from them.
So I ate small bites, marveling at how good it tasted, how perfect.
And each time I took out a bite, it was somehow replaced,
Leaving me with a whole pizza again.
My old pastor and I, we looked at each other and smiled.
But the others around us, continued to argue among themselves,
Trying to figure out why someone as lowly and unimportant like me,
Would be seated next to them.
Some made sense to them, like why the VIP’s were there.
But no one could figure out why little nobodies like me were among them.
We all looked around the room, searching, wondering, and eating.
Then in a flash, I knew. Everyone at our table, had one thing in common.
We had listened to my old pastor’s sermons, and had brought them into our heart.
That was the link among us; every single one.
We were all there, deemed important, not because of title or position,
But because we took this old pastor’s shared words of Jesus,
And allowed them to live within us.

I woke up then, and the song “The Invitation” by Steven Curtis Chapman,
Was playing in the back of my mind.

(To listen to the same song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hA7q0jA9VtE )

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Matthew 22:1-14, KJV. “And Jesus answered and spake unto them again by parables, and said, The kingdom of heaven is like unto a certain king, which made a marriage for his son, And sent forth his servants to call them that were bidden to the wedding: and they would not come. Again, he sent forth other servants, saying, Tell them which are bidden, Behold, I have prepared my dinner: my oxen and my fatlings are killed, and all things are ready: come unto the marriage. But they made light of it, and went their ways, one to his farm, another to his merchandise: And the remnant took his servants, and entreated them spitefully, and slew them. But when the king heard thereof, he was wroth: and he sent forth his armies, and destroyed those murderers, and burned up their city. Then saith he to his servants, The wedding is ready, but they which were bidden were not worthy. Go ye therefore into the highways, and as many as ye shall find, bid to the marriage. So those servants went out into the highways, and gathered together all as many as they found, both bad and good: and the wedding was furnished with guests. And when the king came in to see the guests, he saw there a man which had not on a wedding garment: And he saith unto him, Friend, how camest thou in hither not having a wedding garment? And he was speechless. Then said the king to the servants, Bind him hand and foot, and take him away, and cast him into outer darkness, there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. For many are called, but few are chosen.”

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An Angel Of The Lord Led Us

Another dream…

We Christians are being rounded up and kept in a fortress. No barbed wire, but banks of earth surround us, placed there by the government. It was not kept locked; you could come and go from its entrance, but there really was no reason to go elsewhere, for there was nothing outside of it except desolation, or more compounds just like it farther away.
 
I kept trying to warn those around me, that this government would one day start killing us, (because we were Christians,) but they thought me crazy, and no one really believed me.

Then one fine bright sunny day, on a government-declared holiday, (similar to America’s Fourth of July,) a girlfriend, (somewhat,) came running up to me and my family, just as we were about to step out into the busy public picnic area, calling my name frantically. When she reached us, she told me that I was right; the government was going to kill everyone in the compound, and that she had just seen (and overheard) the pilots talking as they filled up their planes with the poisons.

These were the same three planes that had been scheduled to take part in an acrobatic air show, in honor of the mandated holiday. 

She described the poisons as being in two parts, one was a gas the pilots called ‘krylon’, (I could be spelling that wrong,) and the other part was some kind of microscopic computer kill chip that was suspended in a mixture of synthetic blood. This chip was designed to penetrate the skin within moments, and would then be transported directly to the heart, where it attached itself and detonated a powerful electric charge, thereby causing the heart to stop beating. It could travel, (given enough time,) and was programmed to seek out all human life forms within the contained area. When all the people had been killed off, the chips self-destructed and became inert.  

We heard the roar of the planes engines as they took to the air. We knew that they would soon be circling round to dump their spray onto the unsuspecting people, as they gathered to picnic out in the main park. 

There was no time to run back to warn anyone, nor retrieve any of our belongings, so we started running towards the outer embankments of the compound as fast as we could.

When we were in sight of the embankment, we seen three large planes begin to descend towards us, but I yelled at everyone to keep running. (They were about to give up, thinking it hopeless, but the Spirit of God kept pushing me forward.)

When the planes were almost above us, I seen them open up their bellies, and begin to spray the reddish-brown fluid down upon us and the city. They thought they had gotten us with the poison, but instead had just missed us by a moment or two, thanks to an odd gust of wind that kicked up as we ran.

As we neared the embankment, I searched for one of the tunnel openings, (like an under-pass of a freeway, but with a shallow stream of water beneath it,) and found one not too far ahead. As we ran to it, we heard the planes circle around for another pass, and hid in some bushes nearby, till they passed over us again. (They did not try to spray us again, for they did not see us.)

Then we scrambled over the rocks and water, as we climbed up and out of the tunnel opening. I had gone last, and just as my foot crossed over it, steel-poled gates fell down from the top of the tunnel, sealing everyone else in. We were all surprised by the gates, for no one had even known that they were there.

The Holy Spirit quickly led us out into the ‘desolation’ area, and away from the compound, towards another compound nearby, that had not been scheduled yet for their ‘altercation’. The ‘desolation’ area was called this, because it had no stores or homes in it, and had been ‘returned’ to its ‘natural’ state. But there were scrub bushes, trees, and some patches of grass around us, so it was somewhat simple to remain hidden from prying eyes, as we traveled to the next compound. (There were no real roads to speak of; air travel had become the preferred way to travel. That or subways beneath the earth.)

As we entered into this next compound, and tried to blend in, we realized that we stood out somewhat, in that our dress was just a little different than the others there. So we still kept to the shadows and the greenery, hoping to blend in enough to pass.

I need not have worried. As we entered, an angel of the Lord appeared before us, and led us through the town, to a place where we were told would be safe for us for a while.

As we passed through the center of the town, we went by little kiosks of food snacks that people were selling to the passer-bys. The angel of the Lord led us close to one of them, and asked us if we were hungry, (we were famished, but just realized this at that moment,) and then motioned with his hand to the buckets of snacks, and said, “Eat.”

The nearest bowls of snacks held confections that were a swirled mix of white and milk chocolate, shaped into small sea shells. We each grabbed a handful or two, as we passed on by, being careful not to cause any to be spilled, (which would get the seller’s attention,) and thereby raising an alarm.

As we passed, I looked back to see how much we had taken from the seller. I was concerned that we had taken too much, and did not want the man to take a loss on his product, as I knew he was just trying to make a living by selling them. But when I looked closer, I found that the baskets were just as full as they had been before, with maybe a few more to top them off. I was relieved.

I kept thinking that we could be seen, and indeed were seen, but somehow, the angel of the Lord shielded us from being seen by those who might mean us harm.

When we reached the ‘safe’ houses, we were split up into different homes, so it would be easier to hide us from the authorities.

In the home I was placed in, one of them understood my problem and wanted me there, and her mate did not. They had one teenage son who was ill with a sore on his neck, and in bed.

Someone nearby, became suspicious of the house I was hiding in, and went to the local authorities. Soon, the government was at the door, to search the house, so I had to find a hiding place.

The first few times of this, was simple, for their search effort was only half-hearted; they came in mostly to question the mom and dad, and not really to search the whole house well to find me. But their visits became more frequent, and their searches more intense. At one point, I went downstairs, and was told by the Holy Spirit, to take a half-full (huge) box of blankets, and dump it over on top of me. When they came downstairs to search the room, they slit open the top of the box I was hiding under, pulled out a few blankets, and then left, figuring I was not there.

The couple was worried about their son, concerned they would be denied help cause of me, so I asked them if they wanted me to lay my hands on the wound. Slowly, with uncertainty, they said yes.

When I went to go wash my hands first, God told me no, and to hold them up to the red heating lamp in their bathroom instead. But I felt this would not sanitize them well enough, so I went over to the mirrored sink and began washing my hands. But the voice inside reprimanded me. “You are not doing what I told you to do.” So I stopped, but it was too late; I had been seen by a police man.

He ran around front to get me, but I ran out the back door and away from the house.

Soon many were out searching for me, so I went underground in the subways to hide.

The subways of this city amazed me; they were so perfectly covered in glossy light blue-green square tiles, reminiscent of the color of water. They were on the floor, the walls, and even the ceiling.

As I made my way down, every so often God would tell me to hide, or press myself into the halls alcove areas that were spread out at regular intervals, and remain still. But after a while I began to question this, for I never seen anyone else in the tunnels. I was about to not do it, when God let me know that I was to do so, for the tunnels were watched by remote sensors that picked up movement, every few minutes or so. The Holy Spirit was helping me avoid the motion detectors, by having me duck into the little ‘doorway-like’ alcoves whenever the sensor was trained to where I was. So I followed the Holy Spirit’s nudges as I made my way through the tunnels.

At one point, I could have taken a right turn, yet I sensed it would only lead me down into further trouble, as it clearly sloped downwards as far as I could see, deeper into the earth, and I could hear the faint sounds of voices and human habitation echoing off the walls in the distance. In that hallway, there were no alcoves, and I sensed from the Holy Spirit that there were no motion sensors there either.  

 

Then my alarm went off, and I woke up.

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