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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: See (07/22/10)

TITLE: The Awakening
By cheryl schoenberger


“He’s in v-fib; we need the code cart now!

From the upper corner of the room, I watched my body jolt off the bed from the shock of the defibrillation. All medical eyes were glued to the heart monitor as the resuscitation team waited to assess their efforts in converting my heart to normal sinus rhythm.

After a few seconds of analyzing my EKG, the attending physician yelled, “He’s still in v-fib, charge the paddles again!”

Completely engrossed by the activity below, I was oblivious to the brilliantly glowing presence on my right. He towered over seven feet tall but his gentle energy comforted me as he spoke, “We must go, you have been summoned.”

Before I could begin to form the words to speak, my surroundings had transformed into unfamiliar territory.

I sat perched on a bench surrounded by ultra green hills drenched in a multitude of brilliant colored flowers as far as the naked eye could see. The breathtaking hues and intensity of colors that surrounded me was not from the world I knew. I closed my eyes and slowly inhaled, saturating my soul with the unmistakable purity and goodness of this serene place. The indescribable beauty and total contentment made my soul cry out, “I’m home.”

After a few minutes of absorbing this celestial environment, I again felt the presence of the angelic light with me.

I turned toward him and asked, “Is this heaven?”

Without uttering a sound, he glanced my way with an all-knowing smile. His gold trimmed flowing gown allowed his hand to peek out, as he pointed toward the bridge across the babbling stream.

Walking toward me smiling with extended arms was my Lord! I jumped off the bench and fell to my knees weeping uncontrollably.

He wiped my tears and said, “Don’t cry my child. Sit here and talk to Me. It’s been such a long time since we talked.”

“My Lord, I am so sorry. I’ve been so busy with work,” I confessed.

“Ken, my child, you are living your life in fast forward. Remember that I have created much beauty on the earth to be enjoyed. Slow down, my son, and view the world through the innocent eyes of a child. I tell you the truth; anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will not enter it.” (Mark 10:15)

With His right hand around my shoulder, My Lord lifted His left and suddenly a scene from my life appeared in the sky before me.

“Yes Lord, I remember. That was just last Saturday morning. I had promised to take Brandon, my eight- year-old son, to the park but I went to work instead.”

The Lord nodded as the scene continued, showing my son crying in his room after I left.

I began weeping, hiding my face in my hands ashamed to look up. “I’ve been such a fool. I have put my work and material possessions before You and my family. Please forgive me, my Lord,” I begged.

“Of course my son, you are forgiven,” He reassured me.

He raised His left hand a second time and a different scene projected in the sky.

“That’s my baby, Shannon, all grown up. What is she doing dressed like that and getting in that car with that man!”

“She is seeking out love to fill the void left from childhood,” my Lord replied holding me close as I cried.

“Your daughter cries out to Me in her sleep just wanting to feel your love. Without your love and spiritual guidance your children will grow up feeling lost and confused.”

“Lord, is it too late? I want to change. Please tell me it’s not too late.”

“No my son, it’s never too late. That is why I summoned for you. I read your heart and felt the magnitude of your love and compassion,” He explained, placing his scarred hand over my chest.

My Lord lifted my chin; his loving deep blue eyes locked with mine as He said smiling, “Always remember, Ken, that I love you.”

“Mr. Woodward, can you hear us? We stabilized your heart, and we need to keep you here overnight to monitor your vital signs. You’re going to be ok,” the ER nurse added patting my hand.

“Yes I am. I’m going to be ok. My eyes have been opened, and I can finally see.”

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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/31/10
Wow what a powerful; message and reminder. The vision of the green hills and the flowers was one my grandmother had when she was dying from leukemia. Reading those words made the story so believable and true to me.
Brenda Shipman 08/01/10
Oh that we would all long to be "awakened", catch a glimpse of eternity, and live out the rest of our lives with renewed perspective. Thanks for sharing this.
AnneRene' Capp08/03/10
Your descriptions of Heaven are spectacular! This entire article is SO GOOD while being SO CONVICTING...I have been deeply touched and comforted.
Caitlyn Meissner08/03/10
You wrote a very good message here. Well done!
Beth LaBuff 08/03/10
You brought us right into the action. Your message shines through. Very nice!