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Topic: TEARS - (as in crying) (10/04/04)

TITLE: Bottle of Tears
By Cyndy McNaul-Nelson


Her earth’s assignment was completed. God’s people are never alone in their experiences! She closed her eyes for the last time as her final breath escaped with a sigh. It wasn’t frightening or difficult, because two angels ushered her into heaven. Without speaking, she knew the message the angels conveyed. They brought a message of peace from God the Father. The angelic ushers perceived all the questions in her mind. They smiled at her childlike excitement and awe. That’s the way every soul reacted upon entering.

Everything was timely and time was in abundance. Her ushers smiled once again as they led her to a narrow building, which was constructed of marble. Earthly memories were fading and distant as she absorbed the coolness of the stone. It was here she realized there were other occupants in the marbled hall. The angels spoke softly now.

“The Father’s children enter here upon their appointed time. We sweep away all brokenness in their passing. God’s promises of things to come will fall into place for believers as they adjust to the heavenly atmosphere. They don’t see through a dark glass anymore.”

“I understand more clearly now!” She saw things fall into place for her as a small door was opened. A white robe was extracted from within, and it seemed to have its own life by immediately wrapping itself around her becoming her permanent attire.

Praises erupted from her lips cuing the angels to join her in worshipping the King. It was comfortable for the three to do praise service unto the Lord. In so doing, another truth dawned upon her renewed mind. These two angels had been with her along life’s way. These were the same angels that sat next to her when she was in her early twenties in her parent’s living room. She traveled in a girls’ quartet one summer representing the Bible College she attended. Their quartet was not chosen for their singing abilities when other groups sounded more professional, but the president of the college chose them for their humble attitude.

She had found herself at her parent’s home for a week before returning to college after working in Bible camps and church services in ten different states. Quietly, she sat cross-legged on the living room floor. Raising her arms in adoration and submission, she told God she was singing just to Him. As she began singing, she saw two angels sitting next to her. Their arms were raised in reverence as hers were raised, sitting cross-legged and together they sang oblations to the Triune God.

“You will learn more truths and see more surprises as promises will be revealed within eternity. There is another truth we wish to show you. Come with us.”

They floated on a balmy breeze. The action was effortless and exhilarating. She was amazed at the abilities she possessed to travel in the heavens. When the balmy breeze ceased, all three travelers alighted softly before another structure. The angels opened the double doors of the building through which she entered. Her robe swirled about her feet as she stepped into the first aisle. Decanters hung in suspended air needing no support to stay put.

“What are these?” She asked as she walked from aisle to aisle.

“These are the bottles of tears from all God’s children. These jars are the evidence that their cries reach His ears. This is your cruse of tears.” The messengers showed her the urn.

She fell prostrate on the floor of the facility that held the endless number of containers. This particular truth was immensely revealing. Truly, she had never been alone. Truly, Psalm fifty-six verse eight was literal and not symbolic. Tears really were a language that God created and understood. She lay prostrate crying holy, holy, holy, when she felt the presence of another being. It was a victorious presence that encircled her as the Master’s hand reached down to lift her up, like He’d done so many times before.

“Master,” she cried. “No more tears?”

Lovingly, the Master looked into her very being. He knew all the hurt. He knew all the pain. He knew all the backstabbing and deceit she had suffered for His name’s sake. With gentle softness, He spoke to her.

“No more tears ever again, literally.”

Member Comments
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darlene hight10/11/04
Cyndy, This is a good entry and the dialogue is good. It would be better if you used more show and less tell.This piece holds alot of opportunity to do that. Loved the thought process that went into the piece. Good job!
L.M. Lee10/15/04
won't that be a great day! sometimes I have to remind myself..this is only temporary...this ain't eternal!
Lucian Thompson10/15/04
Cyndy, thank you for a beautiful scenario of Heaven. I could see my former wife as she experienced these beautiful things you described. Tears indeed, for just a little while longer, the bliss.
Nina Phillips07/17/05
What are these? Wow!
Eyes have not seen, nor ears heard all the wonderful things God has in store for us. I can feel it here in your writing. So, looking forward to exploring the universe.
God bless you, littlelight
Kevin Pace08/11/06
Nice work on this. I like the way you tied it back to scripture. The imagery was excellent.