Fiction
I awoke from a deep sleep and for a moment wasn't sure where I was. My eyes adjusted to the faint light in the room, light that blinked from a bedside clock. I was deeply disturbed, and I didn't know why. I hadn't been dreaming, at least nothing that I could recall. But I felt I was in imminent danger. I lay awake for a moment then pulled my quilt around me and turned on my side. The clock stood between me and a peaceful sleep.
It blinked 3:05.
*. *. *.
My first guest ripped me out of my sleep and held me to the head of my bed by the throat. His hand was cold, his fingers hard as iron. The room was pitch black, unnaturally dark, and his words squealed at me like a heavy metal vocalist. I couldn't see his face. His death grip obscured my vision. But I could hear his words as they pierced my eardrums.
"YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE!".
I fought like a trapped man, beneath his considerable weight. I could feel myself succumbing , losing strength and resolve.
But then it was just me and my blankets, and I was alert and cognizant of my room, and the darkness, and the clock.
It blinked 3:10.
*. *. *.
A song of serenity filled my room and I was consumed by it. But as I tried to open my eyes, to observe the musical source, I found they were unable to part. It was as though my eyelids were weighed down, and I didn't have the strength to force them open.
And then I felt my hands being taken, being held in the dark. The music that had been soothing me, was reduced to a barely audible whisper. Simultaneously, the sweetest voice I'd ever heard, whispered into each of my ears, at once.
"IT'S NEVER TOO LATE".
I felt the hands slip away from me, and the music waned to silence. Slowly my room returned to it's natural light. I prayed a silent prayer from my heart. When I positioned myself for sleep, I caught a brief look at the clock.
It blinked 3:15.
*. *. *.
The pain that promised to bust through my ribcage, was unbearable. It radiated through my back, jaw, and neck, and became a pressure that was a tightening, burning sensation, in the middle of my chest. Heart tissue was being destroyed, and heart cells were dying at an incredible pace. I felt a relentless urge to make sure that everything in my life was at peace with God. Through the pain my Heavenly Father helped me prepare for my entry into eternity . He laid his nail pierced hand on my blazing chest and when He talked, His words eradicated every pain and every weakness and every doubt, that I'd ever felt.
"YOU'RE COMING HOME WITH ME".
Our Saviour doesn't call us home in our darkest hour..... He comes and gets us.
I took one last look at my bedside clock, as He lifted me out of my room. It read 'ETERNITY'.
*. *. *.
I had to ask my dad what had happened to me in those last few minutes. I was sitting with him and Pa, ( Pa Burns ) in my Grandma's mansion.
He told me that my first guest was the enemy, the 'Great Accuser'. "Even in defeat he always wants one more chance. He came at me in Maple Ridge, on that very last day. He tried to destroy my peace, my Faith, one last time".
Pa looked at my dad and nodded with agreement. He and dad had spent many years together since they'd been reunited in Glory. Pa went on to explain the second guest, the one that brought serenity into my room. "That was the Holy Spirit. He visits all his children before He ushers them home. He was there with Evelyn and Robyn when they bade me their final goodbyes".
There was a knock at the door, and Pa got up to open it. The Man that entered the room was like no other. My Dad and Pa dropped straight to their knees to worship Him. I joined them on the golden tiles that covered the mansions floors.
I took His outstretched hand and felt the nail prints in His palm.
"You were there!" I remembered this hand. " It's the hand that took my pain away".
*. *. *.
God reaches out to us in our darkest moments.
Statistics show that an unexplainable percentage of gravely ill hospital patients, die between the hours of 3 and 4 a.m. , when the night is at it's darkest, and they feel their souls are left unguarded.
But our Savior takes no time off. If you ever wake in the middle of the night, anxious or restless or scared, just remember that He is there. Take His nail pierced hands and look to Him, and not at your bedside clock.
dRae
04/04/2012
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