Your Kingdom Come


Friday May 12 2017

Thank you, God, you came, you are.
You took my hands and led me once again into your kingdom.

We are walking down a staircase.
I see your robe shining in front of me, and
trustingly and happily I follow you.
I see a dome-shaped landscape before us.
It looks familiar, but it is so out of focus that I am not able to make out what it can be.

When we reach the last step, I see you pull aside a transparent veil,
and I see now that we are standing in the Holy City.
The houses shine like water in sunshine and the roads are of gems, creating beautiful patterns of mosaic.

You walk like a radiating force beside me.
I myself am wearing a simple dress and slippers.
I am bursting with joy and talking non-stop,
and you are listening to every word as you lead me through the streets until we reach a tower.

We enter and start climbing up a narrow, but bright staircase.
On every landing the tower opens up to the city and landscape around, so the higher we climb the more I see.

As we continue to climb, I am happy to discover that physical fitness, or lack of it, is not an issue in Heaven.
After what seems like an eternity,
we finally reach the top of the tower.
I counted 123 steps, though I started from somewhere in the middle.

- What do you see? You ask.

I look around me. We have a 360-degree view over the city and landscape around it.
I see children running and playing on a pasture.
People are working side by side on a field. They look so happy and the work is effortless.

Around a peculiar machinery,
looking slightly like an old locomotive, I see a group of people doing scientific experiments.
Mixing different solutions and tweaking mechanisms, while speculating with each other.
When someone gets an idea, everyone rejoices and they go all in on it.

I realize that wherever I look, there is an atmosphere of love and companionship.
Everybody is laughing and rooting for each other, and acknowledges each other's traits without jealousy.
This is not something I have seen even among the closest friends.

- I can't describe it, I eventually reply.

What I see is easy enough to repeat, but there is something here I do not recognize from the world.

God looks at me and smiles, but says nothing.
He gives me time to search for the words, but all I can say is that it is pure.
- Indescribably pure. And something about 1 Corinthians 13, I think…

When I am unable to describe it any further, he takes my hand again.
And as I leave his kingdom, I hear his words:

- There is only one spirit in heaven, my child, the Holy Spirit.


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