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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Space (01/23/06)

TITLE: The Return
By tim light
01/25/06


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"The world is passing," John sighed deeply, yet his countenance still shone like the sun. "Arise, friends. Behold!"

The saints gathered on the highest mountain above the clouds, observing every single thing that moved on dismal earth.

"Ah, men constantly refuse to hear the Holy Ghost," Stephen said. His eyes filled with tears. "Very soon, the heavens will open."

"And darkness will pass away," John added. He kneeled and looked at the dreadful sight below. "Light will overcome that wicked one, and those with him in that wretched world."

"Yea."

"That narcissistic monster causes all to accept his mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads."

"Stiff-necked humans!"

"Those blasphemers would not repent," John averred. "They just chewed their tongues." His eyes widened, blazing more. "They regretted not of their wickedness!"

"Their sins have climbed unto paradise," the mighty angel said. "All evil will soon be thrown to the furnace of fire."

"Woe unto them!" Jude said huskily.

Then the holy angels poured out the vials of wrath upon the earth, those men which had the mark of the beast were infected with horrible and dreadful sore, and countless died when the sea became as the blood of a dead man. Plagued. Accursed. Rivers and springs turned into blood. The sun was also empowered to burn those beast worshippers with intense heat.

"Who is able to save and to destroy?" James appraised. "Who?"

"I am only a fellowservant!" the angel cried out. His appearance was like lightning.

"Who is worthy?"

"No man on earth!"

"Worthy is the Lamb," another angel shouted. "Behold, the Lamb stood on the mount Sion."

"O Lord," Stephen said, kneeling down.

"Lord of lords!" John cried with awe.

Peter, Andrew, Philip, Thomas, Bartholomew, Matthew, James the son of Alphaeus, Simon Zelotes, Judas the brother of James, and Matthias -- all knelt and worshipped.

"The hour of judgment has come!" the archangel hollered. "Come all ye saints: To war!"

"To war!" the saints chorused. "To victory!"

Heaven opened. Lightning flashed out of the east, and shone even unto the west. There was much thunder. Voices. Great hail. The whole earth, the living and the dead, saw the King of kings ride in glory on a white horse. In righteousness, He came to judge. In righteousness, He descended to battle.

The armies in white robes followed their King upon white horses and headed toward Megiddo.

Again there were voices, thunder, lightning, and a great earthquake never before experienced, so violent, so fierce.

Every island vanished. The mountains disappeared.

Ka-boom!

It was finished.

And ten-year-old Sarah fell from her bed in the middle of the night. It was so scary. But she just went back to sleep.


II

Soothed by the gentle wind blowing from the outside, Sarah slept well in her solitary room that evening. Then at the crack of dawn, the pure child suddenly woke up. It was an act of a ministering spirit.

Sarah was soon made to realize the meaning of her reverie. She seemed to have no qualm about the glowing heavenly figure standing before her. Devoid of doubt, she raised some divine matters to the awestricken angel.

"I saw heaven," she spoke up. "I saw paradise and thousands of white horses."

The radiant angel said nothing.

"You know, Mr. Angel, I've always dreamed of heaven and now you appear here with a trumpet. Cool!"

The brown-haired lass rested on her bunk bed. Her blue eyes and charming dimple overwhelmed him more for its unique expression of faith. She winked at him and whispered, "Mr. Angel, I'm sure you're here to give me a message, so let me hear it." She quickly added, "I am Sarah Lewis, sir. What's your name?"

"I know your name's Sarah," the angel said softly. "I'm Gabriel. I'm here to take you home."

"You want me to fly with you? Up there?" she said, smiling excitedly. "Wow!"

Her soul had always yearned for eternal happiness. Her worn-out body, tormented by convulsive seizures, needed this sole hope, this unending peace.

Moving with alacrity toward her, Gabriel extended his immaculate hand to Sarah and said, "Come, let's meet the Lord. He's up there in the clouds."

It was now time for Sarah Lewis to join her Creator. She had entrusted her fading corporeal days to the Lord Jesus. Her name was indeed written in heaven.


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Karen Heslink02/01/06
Lovely rendering of the end time for this girl. I liked the way you broke the story into two parts, the dream and then the dream fulfilled as she joins God in heaven.
Dara Sorensen02/04/06
I loved this! Great job at connecting the dreams. You can feel Sarah's excitement to meet her Lord!