Allegory of Judgment

“Child, tell me what you were thinking a moment ago.” 

I heard this question, yet my mind was unable to respond as my ability to comprehend and react was lagging as I suddenly found myself in a place of pure holiness, nothing here was physical.  Pure white encompassed me.  Although confused, I was completely at peace as my mind transitioned from the moment when I was leaning on the railing of my deck lost in a daydream, to this place of being brought up into the perfect presence of Christ. 

I turned completely around and there was only white, much whiter that anyone could imagine.  There was no hard surface, nothing but pure white light.  I looked down to my feet and nothing but light.  No feet, no legs, no floor to support me.  I knew I still was, for I was aware. I was spirit and I could feel His presence. 

“Child?” 

The sound of His voice was wonderful and I lingered in its beauty for a moment.  “Yes Lord?” I stuttered, “Forgive me Lord, I…” 

I felt His hand on my shoulder and the clarity brought by his touch is indescribable as His peace replaced all fear. I felt joyful. 

“Child, tell me what you were thinking a moment ago.” 

“Lord, I was imagining that You came to me and asked me to tell You who I would condemn to Hell.” 

“I know.  That is an interesting question. I am curious, who would it be?” 

“Lord, I…”  There were no words I dared speak. 

Jesus pressed me to think.  “Of all the people in your life, those who have hurt you and your family, those who lived their life bent upon your destruction, those who hated so purely that their life has recorded nothing but sorrow, who would it be?” 

As I looked ahead there was a fuzzy image coming into focus.  I chuckled for a moment as the form became focused.  First the funny little mustache came into view, then the man.  I asked, “Hitler?  Lord?” 

The man before me was standing as if in a state of perpetual pause.  It was apparent that he knew nothing of my presence. Adolf Hitler was just yards from me as if waiting for an appointment, alone and emotionless.  

The Lord revealed more people throughout history whose life was evil as far as I knew.  There was Jeffrey Dahmer and John Wayne Gasy, men who tortured and even ate their victims.  Then more and more people came into view, none aware of the other, yet all standing side by side and one behind the other, all packed onto view.  There was a multitude of evil souls. 

I shuddered as I saw the faces of those who I know had harmed me.  I then felt a crushing sadness as faces come into focus of those I considered friends and family.  Christ spoke, “Be strong as these are revealed.”  As each face appeared, the knowledge of their hatred became clear. Jesus again gave His peace to comfort me, yet the overwhelming awareness nearly overtook me when these revelations of evil and betrayal came to light.  One by one the treachery of those I trusted was exposed.  

“Lord, I am sorrowed.  How can it be that all these people have hated me?” 

“Look upon the faces of those who have worked evil against you, Child.  Look upon the woman who abused you as a young boy.  Look into the evil eyes of the girl who stole the love of your own son and purposed to destroy your family and steal your wealth.  Does your heart feel the sin she has committed against you?  Do you see the face of the man who claimed to be your pastor yet felt only disgust for you? This man drove you from My Father, your God, and cost you years spent in disobedience.  Should this man live in glory?” 

The pause at this moment seemed like months. 

“Child, of these people who shall I condemn?” 

“Dear Lord, I cannot answer.  Please Jesus, I cannot make this decision. I beg you Lord, do not force me to answer.” 

“Child!” 

I fell to my knees screaming with sorrow and fear.  “Lord, my Savior, I am not worthy to judge these souls!” I cried out, “I do not know the hearts of these people. Lord Jesus have mercy on me, this burden crushes me!  Yet if I must answer, it is me!  I should burn in Hell, for I know my sins against you!”  

With my eyes shut tight sealing in tears, I suddenly felt mud and rocks as I fell to my face in the mire.  

I opened my eyes while transitioning back into the corporeal and began to look up. I saw the base of a huge hewn log placed into the ground, blood ran down its girth pooling beneath me.  

Still further, I lifted my eyes and gazed at sheets of raw flesh hanging from thin strips torn by the bite of whips.  I felt the splash of a steady stream of blood running off the head of an iron nail driven through two feet.  I looked up further into the eyes of my Messiah as He hung nailed to a tree to pay the price for the sins I committed against His Father, YHWH. 

I lifted my hands that dripped with His precious blood and I cried out with all the strength in my soul, “Please forgive me Lord!”   

“Soon my child, you will be with me in paradise.”