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Heavenly Sight III The Art of Learning to be Humble
by Julie Michaelson
09/21/09
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Now,
the man Moses
was very
humble,
more than all men
who were on
the face
of the earth.
[Numbers 12:3]
****************************
(It's still a Beautiful Day,
in Heaven. The Birds
are still singing, and the
Bumble Bees are still
buzzing (albeit, a touch
louder than the Regular
Bees). People, everywhere,
are joyful, and happy. Many
have already begun to congregate
at the East Side Angelic Auditorium,
for the Wednesday night* choir practice.
The Throne Room Courtyard,
however, is still busy with
visitors, and worshippers.
Two particular visitors,
have now just walked,
barefoot, through the Big,
Huge Entrance to the Throne
Room. One of them almost
just tripped on her long,
extremely wrinkled, pale gauzy
Heaven gown.
____________________
"DARN this THING!"

"Shhhhhh, Julie!
We're going into the
Throne Room, NOW!
You have to mind your
MANNERS!"

"Oh, POOH,
Jeri!
I thought
we were the
Lord's CHILDREN?
And, we could
just be OURSELVES,
with HIM?"

(Jeri looks back,
lingeringly, on the crowd
of folk, going into the
East Side Auditorium.)
"Gee.....Julie;
I don't want to miss Sandy's
solo.....she's been practicing
all WEEK, for it."

(Wave impatiently.)
(Grab another gauzy fold
of long, wrinkled gown.)
"Aw, come ON!
This won't take,
but a SEC!"
(Another impatient wave
of a plump hand.)

(The sound of thunderous
rushing water greets the
visitors' ears.)
"What's THAT?
Niagra FALLS?"

"No, Julie!
It's the River-that-
runs-in-front-of-the-Throne!"

"Oh.........ya mean,
it's that BIG? I thought
it was gonna be just a
little, trickly STREAM?"

"Uh, uh."

(Impatient sigh.)
"How can the Lord
hear anybody TALK......?
...With all that NOISE
goin' ON?"

(Sigh.)
"I don't think ANYTHING
escapes....His Ears."

(Shrug.)
"Well......we're just gonna
have to SHOUT, then.
Come on!"

(Beautiful colors of a Big,
Huge Rainbow can be seen
over the Throne Area. It's
almost blinding to the
visitors' eyes.)
"Are you SURE,
this ain't NIAGRA FALLS?
Sure LOOKS like IT!"

"Uh, uh.
Do you see any
SOUVENIR SHOPS,
Here,
Julie?"

(Shrug.)
(Grumble.)
"Well.....how COULD
there be ANY, Jeri?
Nobody's allowed to
have any MONEY,
up Here!"

(Quiet, serene nod.)

(Impatient scrowl.)

[PATIENT SILENCE.]
[PAUSE.]
"And....."
[ALL-KNOWING GAZE.]
"And,
what brings My children,
to see Me,
Here,
at this hour?"

(Impatient shout,
really loud,
over the Many Thundering Waters.)
"I gotta a GRIPE,
LORD!"

(Quiet, serene poke
in her friend's plump arm.)
"SHHH,
JULIE!
We have to be
WORSHIPFUL,
Here!"

(Irritable squint.)
"But, I can't SING!
And....
I can't KNEEL,
either!
BAD FOOT!"

(Quiet whisper.)
(Nudge.)
"Stop shouting,
Julie! We're in...
HIS PRESENCE,
now!"

(Innocent, woeful look.)
"WHAT?
It's so NOISY,
in HERE! I can't hear
myself THINK!"

(Moments of silence,
except for the Many Rushing
Waters.)

[PATIENT NOD.]
"I can hear you,
fine,
My child."

(Louder shout.)
"WHAT?"
Hey, LORD?
Can You turn that
WATER, down?
I'm gonna get HOARSE,
TALKING!"

[LOVING GAZE.]
[SMILE!]
"You've never
gotten hoarse,
yet,
My precious."

(Even louder shout,
accompanied by a terrifically
nasal-Philadelphia-accent,
and much waving of the
plump, puny hands.)
"YEAH, BUT THIS
IS DIFFERENT!
I GOTTA LOT TO SAY!"

[NOD.]
[SMILE LOVINGLY.]
"And,
My other child?"

(More shouting,
over the Rushing Waters.)
"SHE'S HERE,
FOR EMOTIONAL
SUPPORT!"

"Ah.
I SEE."
[CALM NOD.]
"Well,
go on,
My beloved."

(Shout.)
"FIRST,
HOW COME MY GOWN
DOESN'T HAVE ANY
POCKETS? JERI'S DOES!"

"Because,
My precious.
It is the Will
of your
Lord."

(Squint.)
(Whiny shout.)
"WHY?"

[Firm Voice.]
"Cuz,
I said so."
[Calm Nod.]
[PATIENT VOICE.]
"Go on,
My child."

(Glance, woefully,
at friend, who has
been on the Floor,
kneeling.)
"CAN I GET A CHAIR?"

"No."

"Hey, but I gotta a bad FOOT!"

[NOD.]

(Scabble down,
very awkwardly,
to the Ground-In-Front-
of-the-Rushing-Waters:
sitting cross-legged.)
"Well.....this is a little
better."
(Grumble.)
"Well......to START with,
I thought we didn't have
to see ANYBODY,
we didn't LIKE,
Up HERE?"

[ALL-KNOWING,
CURIOUS GAZE.]
"Ah,
I see.
And,
who told you that,
My beloved?"

(Clueless squint.)
(Squirm uncomfortably,
on the Hard, Cold, Marble
Floor.)
(Look over at friend,
who has somehow
managed to get a little
red velvet cushion under her knees.)
"HUH?
Well..........I thought
that was just a GIVEN?"

"No.
You're supposed to
have a forgiving nature,
My precious."

(Impatient scrowl!)
(Loud shout.)
"Who SAID?"

[THUNDEROUS SILENCE.]
[MORE THUNDER OF
THUNDEROUS LOUD
RUSHING WATER.]

_________________
(A few hours later,
inside the East Side
Auditorium, after
angelic choir rehearsal.)
"But,
where's JULIE,
Jeri? I thought she
was coming WITH you,
TONIGHT?"

(Jeri, putting her
hand in the popcorn
bowl, again, nods
at her friend,
who's wearing a Glittery
Choir Robe,
and Sparkly Choir halo.)
"I'm sorry, Sandy!
She.....WAS!
But......."
(Sigh.)

"But, WHAT?
Where IS she?
She's not up at the
ZOO, again,
at this hour....
IS she?"

(Embarrassed glance.)
(Chomp on a popcorn kernel.)
"Well........no.....
she's not at the ZOO.
THAT'S for sure."

"Where'd she GO?"

"Uh......she's up at the
Throne Room, right now."
(Pause.)
(Chomp.)
"Sitting in the Corner.....
on a little wooden STOOL,
in her bare FEET."

"HUH?"
(Melodious, soprano,
laughter!)

(Slow nod.)
"Yep.
You heard me, Sandy.
She's.....uh,
having a Time Out."
*************************
Who fed you
in the wilderness
with manna.....
that He might
humble you
and that
He might
test you,
to do you
good
in the end.
[Deuteronomy 8:16]

_______________________________

*There supposedly isn't
any 'night' up in Heaven,
or in the New Jerusalem,
but they call it 'Night',
just for the newly arrived
populace.


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