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God’s Question on Judgment Day

In my previous postings I have communicated to you about my severe medical condition that landed me in the intensive care unit, dying. There, I left my body and traveled through space and time and entered into the Lake of Fire, the place of the second death. I communicated how I swam in the Lake and of all the horror there. From there I traveled to Hell Itself where I was place before Satin and experience his extreme hatred of me. From there I was taken to the Judgment seat of God and relived all of my sins in an instant in time. Here is my account of what happened there:

The Last Judgment

Now I stand in the Judgment Place blind because of the fog and God asks me the question of the Judgment Place. The question was so profound that, quite frankly, it cut me to the core. It caught me by surprise and left me in a state of disarray. It was direct and to the point and it hit home like a sledgehammer. It is the question that demands an explanation. The question is simply: “Why should you live?”

But why do you judge your brother? Or why do you show contempt for your brother? For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ. For it is written: “As I live, says the LORD, every knee shall bow to Me, and every tongue shall confess to God.” So then each of us shall give account of himself to God. (Romans 14:10 – 12)

At first, I was enamored by the voice because somehow there was an attraction that pulled you toward it. it was so perfect in every way. The voice was mellow and soothing, as love seemed to come from it. It was confident but not overly so. The voice was strong but not over bearing. It demonstrated perfect tempo being neither too slow nor too fast. The volume was perfect as well, being neither too loud nor too soft and enunciation and pronunciation were perfect as well.

At the same time, the voice conveyed a very real sense of caring and concern. Amazingly, the voice communicated all of these things by speaking only four words. Think about this, how could this be possible by asking a simple question?

There was no sense of anger in the voice. No inflection to reveal the acceptable response. Since the fog kept me from seeing the source of the voice, there was no opportunity to read body language or facial expression.

Eventually, I got over being intrigued with the voice as the ramifications of the question started to overwhelm me. I realized that this was a serious situation and I knew that my answer would determine my fate forevermore.

I thought: here I am being judged for all eternity. If I am being asked a question, there must be a right answer that can make a difference. Frantically, I started to think up excuses to rationalize my poor decisions and behavior.

The Last Judgment by Michelangelo

While I was doing this, another truth rocked me. It came to me from out of the blue. There were no lies here in this place, only truth existed. Even for someone like me, lies did not exist here because the one who asked the question already knew the truth.

In my next posting I will reveal the insights that came to be as I pondered my dilemma. I started to put things together and realized how great the consequences were of my answer.

Until then: May all of God’s blessings be upon you and your family.

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