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Echo Rhayne Senior Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 1495Canyon Country, CA 
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"Behold, I am coming soon! Blessed is he who keeps the words of prophesy in this book." (Revelation 22:7 NIV) I didn't think it would be this way. It wasn't how we expected. People didn't just disappear like we thought they would. Almost instantaneously, they were transformed into indescribable phoenixes of pure light and energy. I was not one of them. I didn't know how this could be, so I spent most of my time trying to convince myself that it was all God's fault, but in the end I was to blame. I blame only myself. I have many regrets about my relationship with God. I was always a "Sunday Chrsitian." I would proclaim my faith while I was at church, but continued my lifestyle once I was gone. So, I guess that not being closer to Jesus was the most obvious regret, yet, curiously, not the most prominent in my mind. My deepest regret is that I didn't tell people about Jesus. Due to this, everyday, I see those misfortunate souls who never were told, or who never listened. I use the word misfortunate rather than unfortunate because this wasn't a blind, unpredictable work of fate. their fate could have been prevented, if only someone had told them. Now, everyday, I see the results of MY complacency to an unsaved world. I feel that I a the cause of their misfortune, and partly, I am. At least for some of them. I can't help but wonder weather snyone else is thinking or feeling what I am right now. Remembering the lost opportunities that, now, only serve to blur the memories that I once held so dear but would now trade, along with everything else I once cherished, for another chance. But, there are no more chances. If I knew it would be like this--the sorrow, pain and suffering of knowing it was too late for me or anybody else--I would have done it all differently, but it doesn't matter now. It mattered then, when the responsibility of telling the world about the "Good News" of Jesus was just being passed on to us. But, just as it is with the grace and authority of our youth, it is impossible to understand it until it has faded. And you seem to look back on that awesome responsibility that was passed on to you from your elders, and remember it in a way you couldn't have possibly grasped then. I'm still not sure I could grasp it now. It is now how they said it would be. Famine and pestilence abound and the world is growing weary. People are calling for an end...an end to hunger, disease, life, and even the world. But there is no end in sight. It is almost a relief to me that I am still alive, because I know what my fate would be if I were to die. The night is growing cold and ever more dark. I don't even remember what sunlight looks like, or what joy is; I can't remember those concepts. There's no place for me to hide here. All that there is left is but a twisted world of lust and crime; a house of terror left behind for the unrighteous and unsaved. It is as if I am just watching myself in a dream. I can feel no emotion, aside from fear and lack of sensation, except for the pain. This is what everyday is like for all that were left behind. This is what we could have prevented for some people if only we had told them about Him. But, that doesn't matter anymore. Now, my only goal is to make it through the night. I'm starving and weary, and my only comfort comes from my memories, which remain blurred by the tears in my eyes. And, my only dread is the night. The sun is rising, yet, I know that for as long as I live, I will never see light again...no one will. They don't even know it exists, and all because it was our turn and we didn't tell them. I'm not saying that this could have been prevented if I had told more people about Jesus. But, I could've been able to take solis in the fact that a few less people would have to endure what I am going through right now. There is no more hope for us and there never will be again; Only judgment awaits.* ------------------ ~*~ Hell is not a place of fire and a devil with a tail and horns. But a place of torment because the light of God is gone. To escape this, accept the blood of Jesus Christ! ~*~ |
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mirjam Member
since 1999-11-24
Posts 246Auckland, New Zealand |
Wow Echo what thoughts!!! You really made me think of what it will be like - actually i want to reply more to this but don't have time now so i will later - thanks for putting these thoughts down, and i'll return with a more coherent reply! |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wow, Echo. These are very powerful words. I know what it's like when sruviving the day is a great achievement. I have spent many would be light days starving in the darkness, and yet to think of what will be endured by the one in your "SOLILOQUY" makes me only want to kick myself. Truly, we are blessed to recognize our oppurtunity to serve God and its importance. Michael |
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Echo Rhayne Senior Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 1495Canyon Country, CA |
I have tried to produce an extremely vivid depiction of what life would be like, or maybe will be like after Christ's church is raptured or taken home before the tribulations, as outlined in the Bible. What's striking about this is that the narrator of this short story is familar with Christianity, and was a bit nominal in his/her faith prior to the tribulations. Nominality is that condition in which someone claims Christ but fails to truly believe in Him. We know this because true faith in Christ motivates the Christian to seek and to save the lost and obey God out of love. The person in this story had neglected that call (Matthew 28:16f), perhaps failing to do God's will in other areas too. This person wasn't loving God, and was faithfully not there. This person--in essence--was not a true Christian, but rather that nominal one we mentioned (nominal means in name only). And, because of this name sake only kind of Christianity, many people aren't going to make it to heaven who could have if told. What a weight of responsibility? But, that's a cost of being a Christian. We see that this person realizes what he/she had done, or better yet...didn't do. Now, this person is repentant (seeking to change his or her ways to Christ's) and may make it home, but those poor people who didn't get a chance to hear. They may not make it, for the Christians who spread that word before these times are home with Jesus and cannot come to tell. All that's left for many people is death and even Hell. So, what now? It's not too late to start, but it might be tomorrow. Like it says in the Scripture verse used to create this fictional account (Rev 22:7), we don't know when Jesus is coming back, and it may be soon So now, get out there and spread the news. ------------------ ~*~ Hell is not a place of fire and a devil with a tail and horns. But a place of torment because the light of God is gone. To escape this, accept the blood of Jesus Christ! ~*~ |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Ok I finally made it through this. Your thoughts are powerful. |
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