They die and are in heaven
They see the bright light,
Some talk to God,
All of them come back to tell a story.
I wonder if some of those stories are true.
I don't know anyone personally who has met God.
Our church has never brought in anyone who's had that experience.
It makes me wonder if what they experienced was a dream.
A dream that felt so real it shook their beliefs to the core of their being.
It would mine.
If I wasn't already a Christian.
I think of this because there are times I wish I could have that experience.
I could fall into a deep sleep, one where my heart is faintly beating.
It's dark except for a light that is not too bright but is warm and inviting.
There is no shape of a Being.
I feel completely safe.
There's a man's voice, one with authority,
and with all the tenderness your heart can hold.
He speaks in another language.
You understand Him completely.
The shape of two men stand before you.
One of them reaches both arms out to you and draws you toward Him.
The other places a robe around you and a crown of jewels on your head.
The voice tells you, you have served the Kingdom of God well.
You lift up your eyes, your face drenched in tears.
You don't want to wake up.
Slowly your breathing returns to normal rhythms.
Your body starts shifting and rousing from sleep.
You can hear the sounds and smell the smells around you.
Your eyes begin to open and you're on your bed.
Did that really happen?
Or was it just a dream?
