He held his pen above the page, focused, contemplating. His hand trembled as images from his encounter swirled through his mind.
Lord, Iím frightened. His heart raced. I donít know what to say. He gazed at the blank paper, insecurity welling in his eyes.
He hesitated, as if waiting for the visions of what he witnessed to form into words.
I know I must do this. His eyes grew wide with uncertainty. Please, guide me.
His hand swirled into motion.
Iím awestruck by what Iíve seen. Anxiety consumed his senses. What youíve shown me.
He formed every thought, each word with great diligence. His newfound concentration unyielding, he wrote with an enthusiasm and purpose he had never before experienced. The descriptions began to flow across the page.
How do I put into words those things which have astonished and horrified me? His mind ablaze with a blur of exhilaration and trepidation, he continued to pour the images onto the parchment with incredible accuracy. I must continue Ė I must try.
The suffering Ė the sorrow. He lifted his head and gazed skyward for a moment. Why was I chosen to witness such anguish? Apprehension jabbed at the pit of his stomach. How can I describe what I donít comprehend?
He blinked his dampened lashes as he continued to scribe.
Who will believe me? His hand stuttered in mid sentence. Why would they accept what Iím saying? I have seen things I donít fully comprehend. How can I expect them to understand? He pondered the situation. To believe? He returned his pen to the document. Some will not. He choked back his emotions. I must continue.
Vivid, spellbinding images continued to erupt from his pen. The pages filled.
Such bloodshed. His mind once again flashed on the events which unfolded before his eyes. Iíve never before witnessed such carnage. Yet some wonít listen. Grief etched lines across his face. Why wonít they?
He continued recording the events which were now seared into his consciousness, his hand cramped and twisted from his efforts. The hours passed; he remained engrossed in his work.
I have finished. He straightened the stack of filled pages. Finished writing what Iíve seen. I am exhausted. He held his head in his hands. But my job is not complete. I was warned. He again raised his pen. I cannot seal this book. I must ensure the words are heard.
He spoke aloud as he wrote, ďI, John, am the one who heard and saw these things. And when I had heard and seen them, I fell down to worship at the feet of the angel who had been showing them to me. But he said to me, "Do not do it! I am a fellow servant with you and with your brothers the prophets and of all who keep the words of this book. Worship God!"
Thank you Lord. He penned more words onto the manuscript. Youíve revealed many truths to me. I pray they listen. He heaved a belabored sigh. I wish none to suffer what Iíve seen. Tears streamed down his face. But many will.
He continued to speak as he wrote, ďI warn everyone who hears the words of the prophecy of this book: If anyone adds anything to them, God will add to him the plagues described in this book. And if anyone takes words away from this book of prophecy, God will take away from him his share in the tree of life and in the holy city, which are described in this book. He who testifies to these things says, "Yes, I am coming soon.
I pray the world will listen.
ďAmen. Come, Lord Jesus.Ē
I pray they heed this warning.
ďThe grace of the Lord Jesus be with God's people. Amen.Ē
Rev 22: 8 & 9 NIV
Rev 22: 18 Ė 21 NIV
Based loosely on the writing of the book of Revelation
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