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Topic: Facepalm (05/15/14)
- TITLE: On the Floor of Heaven
By Lisa Johnson
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The day was cloudy and dreary. There was an unmistakable chill in the air. Suddenly, there was a trumpet blast. It sounded so loud that it seemed to be coming from inside my head. Instantaneously, there was an explosion of white light, and the sound of a rushing wind. I felt myself being lifted into the air, as if my body had become weightless. . . breaking free from the force of gravity that, just a moment before, had held me on the earth's surface.
Literally, no time passed, but I found myself standing before a magnificent throne. The being sitting on the throne was surrounded by shimmering beams of light. On second thought, the beams of light did more than surround the being on the throne, they were emanating from Him. I knew, without a moment of hesitation, I was standing in the presence of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. The brightness of His glory was almost too much to bear. My heart was overjoyed.
My joy was cut short by an insinuating hiss in my ear, "You do not deserve to be here, you know."
A shadowy, skulking figure slithered its way between me and the throne, blocking my view of Jesus. It may have only taken a brief moment, but it seemed like an eternity. I held my breath, as accusation after accusation oozed effortlessly from the figure's slime-filled mouth.
Tears began to stream down my face. My head dropped to my chest. My knees buckled. I found myself, face down, on the floor of Heaven, my hands clamped tightly over my face. Waves of shame washed over me, as all of my sins, shortcomings, fears and failures were loudly proclaimed in front of God and everyone. I felt so dirty. . . how could I ever face the Lord, knowing, full well, the extent of my unworthiness? The truth of the matter is . . . I could not ever stand in His presence, covered with so much shame.
A voice, like thunder, filled the air. The very atmosphere was shaken by the authority in it.
"You, Satan, have no right to accuse the children that I have gathered in this place. Do you not see the covering of grace that I have bestowed upon this, my own beloved child? My blood has washed away all of the deeds that you have so viciously revealed. They are no more. Now, leave this place."
There was silence in Heaven, as I felt a flood of love wash over me. Tenderly, the only nail-scarred hands in Heaven lifted me to my feet. Those same hands gently removed my hands from my face, and dried away my tears. His voice was softly compassionate, as He lifted my chin so my eyes could meet His.
"I have cast your sins as far as the East is from the West . . . all I see, when I look at you, is my good and faithful servant."
A heavy weight, like a thousand chains, was lifted from me, as His words banished all my shame. Once again, I found myself, face down, on the floor of Heaven . . . not covering my face in shame, this time, but placing grateful kisses on the nail-scarred feet of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
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Revelation 12: 10
Psalm 103: 12
Romans 8: 1
Matthew 25: 23
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