One Thousand Years: Genesage "Walking on...water" (chp 1:6)

One Thousand Years

Genesage

"Walking on...Water"

(Chp 1:6)

“Were you thinking of me?”

A voice traveled softly across the water. Its gentle tone carried to the ears of the person who had just washed his face in it. As refreshing as the water was, the voice was instantly recognized.

   

Sputtering with surprise the reply came,

                   

                                                               “Yes”

Hardly visible, not too far from the distant shore, an outline of someone was walking towards Eben from across the water. Walking on water as if it was the most natural thing to do. Natural for some maybe, but certainly extraordinary to Eben.

         Smiling Eben thought to himself,      

I’ll never get used to that.

He watched at what could have been a ghost come walking towards him. Fascinated he stared as the person approached. Looking down he noted how each foot was placed in the water displacing the liquid.  Every step almost forming a footprint in the water. Some people could leave footprints in the sand, only the Son of God would leave them in the water. The water hid his trail as soon as he walked on.

But it was obvious to Eben, only one would be walking on water to him.



When each foot was lifted there was obviously water being splashed; but the depth should have almost drowned the person walking calmly across it. He had to be walking on top of it.., Eben was obviously focused on the thoughts of the water. For some reason Eben was overly focused on the water. The wet water.

Looking at the figure in the middle of the lake, without a boat, wasn’t something Eben really wanted to do. Eben was well aware of drowning. He never learned how to swim. Looking at someone in the middle reminded him of that.

I’ll never get…,

“…used to it”

Jesus added speaking out loud, reading his mind.     

Eben laughed out loud. It was just like Jesus to do that; read his mind. As awe inspiring as the Son of God could be, there were times like these when Eben enjoyed that it was just, Jesus. Jesus and he himself alone.

“Come up here”

Jesus said,             

Last time I heard that one I wound up in the highest heaven…,

thought Eben to himself though he might as well as said it out loud. 

                                and the Marriage Supper of the Lamb[1].

Jesus had a habit of surprising personal expectations. Today was no exception. Just when you thought you had him in a box of your own understanding, he taught you origami. And the box became a butterfly. There was no limiting what Jesus could do, or would do. He would always surprise you out of complacency.

He called to Eben from the middle of the lake. He was still walking towards him, but for Eben to ‘come up here’ he was going to have to meet Jesus somewhere in the middle. Somewhere in the middle of the lake.

The “Here” was where HE, Jesus was, not where Eben would have preferred to meet him.  Like on dry land. Middle of the Lake?, not exactly what Eben had in mind.

The wet lake; the lake full of water; the cold lake; the one Eben was more familiar with being on….if he was in a boat. A solid boat or even a raft, maybe a canoe would do. Any of those would be fine if they had a life preserver. But on just the water?...well…Eben did not know how to swim.

Still, Eben got up and promptly started walking to meet his Messiah[2] in the middle of the lake. He knew he needed to learn this; he knew he had tried before; he knew he wanted to learn this; so gently humming the Song of Lemmud he stepped forward gingerly….,

I will walk where you have…,

Before he could say or think “walk” there was a loud splash.

Eben wasn’t swimming, nor was he walking on water. Eben couldn’t swim which was obvious now, but he probably couldn’t drown either, so there He was flat on his face in shallow water. Shallow water that he had landed in. He had barely walked a few feet, “on the water” till something gave way, or someone.

Still near shore when he went down instead of up, he started spluttering and giggling; rolling over on his back. Hard to imagine an old man laughing and lying there. Lying flat on his back now in humor all wet, but that was Eben.

Flat on his back looking up, all wet, laughing.

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[1] The Event in Heaven  where Jesus met his faithful followers from the rapture enjoyed a Wedding Celebration of those  who had followed him

while on earth and found worthy By the  Father to be invited to the Marriage Supper of the Lamb of God.

[2] Messiah is the term for the “Christ” or anointed one of God. Anointed by the Spirit of God.

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One Thousand Years: Genesage: "They Saw God" (Chp 1:4)

One Thousand Years

Genesage

"They saw God"

(Chp 1:4)

He knew God had a sense of humor.

While this attire was perfect for the current environment they were in, modern mankind would have considered the kingdom appearances a cult.

“Ordinary” in the kingdom was a little different than the old western mindset had imagined. The “End is Near” had come so to speak but it was suits and ties that ushered it in with warnings, not a robed bearded man in long hair sandals and placard. In fact even lab technicians and scientist had gotten on the bandwagon leading up to 2012 panic in the old world calendar.

Nostradamus and the Incas hadn’t been right, but they weren’t wrong either. Sometimes the obvious answer is obvious. Right or wrong the panic of 2012 had set the stage for God to operate. The patient has been wheeled in to the operating room and God had gotten to work to save the patient.

God had poured out his wrath on the earth.

Eben was glad he wasn’t there to see it. Others weren’t so lucky. Most died and the unlucky ones lived. That was why he was here, for the unlucky ones. People had tried to warn each other. Ancient texts had said dire predictions. Scientist had added their ideas, Church’s had taught it, everyone said they had heard it. Almost everyone had been pretty close in their predictions. Still by the time it was happening, people were immune to the warning.



They had heard it so much, it didn’t matter anymore. They figured they would survive. They figured if they missed the “rapture”, they could go later. Even those who thought they were going were ill prepared when they didn’t. No one was prepared for what really happened. It was a “great surprise”.



No one believed it would happened to them………until it was too late……and then the great deception took care of believing in anything after the fact. 



Most would not think that living through the Great Tribulation was unlucky, but having seen the results of what it was like on the Survivors of God, well….. The old joke was, it was not nice to fool with Mother Nature. Mother Nature was nothing compared to Father God, the Creator of All. Some previous cartoons had a caption showing someone getting zapped by lightning with the punch line added,

“You pissed me off.”

The idea of it being that God sent a bolt of lightning killing the person.

That would have been easy compared to living through the actual Judgment Time on Earth.  Going through the Great Tribulation period was far worse. Lightning would have been the least of worries. It was certain though that if God was not angry, he sure could save his judgment for a setting no one would ever forget. Ever.

God knew how to make a Scene.

Eben thought he would rather fall down on his face for grace than any other place he might have wound up. During that time of tribulation there were no undercover agents for God. There were no heroes who lived. The good ones died martyrs, the few who lived were not so lucky.

They saw God.

It was a fearful thing to fall into the hands of a Living God.

Being prepared to meet God was one thing. Jesus and John had mentioned how inspiring that could be. Those whom God had given His Spirit to live, even exist, in the same place and time where He was, that was too be expected.  Even those who were transformed and made ready to join Jesus in the Great Feast in Heaven, that made sense.

Taking human beings in a fallen state, and exposing them to a Living Creator of the Universe, removing all hope of non-existence, that was insane.

Insanity was the first hurdle for the Survivors of the Tribulation to overcome.

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One Thousand Years: Genesage "Heavenly minded" (Chp 1:3)

One Thousand Years

Genesage

"Heavenly Minded"

(Chp 1:3)

Humming the words to the Song of Limmud Eben was happy with the memories he did recall.

“What have you seen…,

He recalled when he went to heaven. It seemed as though everywhere you went there was a song being sung. Somehow that first morning in heaven refrain was not even a drop in the ocean compared to the impact heaven had on all the senses, much less the auditory.  It just now occurred to him that it was almost nonstop. No matter where you went, somehow, in the background, there was music going on.

Music that seemed to resonate through and thru in resonance, as though it were one eternal harmonic.

Even those who spoke to him seemed to phrase the way they talked with an almost lyrical flow. It wasn’t wordy but it seemed poetic or metered. He recalled some people getting that way in some venues back on earth with rap, or rhyme, iambic pentameter and cordial Elizabethan dialogue.

But this went far more and in many ways, far less than that. It could be abrupt as well as courteous. There was an order to it. A style and flair when the words seemed spoken but were in fact crafted as sung.

Calling that a song was…..almost to lessen it….it was….living.

What have you heard “

Eben remembered asking an angel in heaven that was explaining the heavenly scene to him. Typical Eben, He asked a question out of left field. And always at the worst of times.  

“Doesn’t anyone laugh here?”

As he recalled, the angel never answered him.            

He did get a response but not the one He expected, which at the time, was to be expected.



Nothing in heaven was quite what one thought, though it did exceed all comparisons. There was always so much MORE about Heaven. The response came from what he observed. Experiencing it and not quantifying or questioning it.  Absorbing what was occurring right before your eyes, ears, nose, mouth, being. Heaven as someone once said was indeed a state of being.

That “state” being achieved by actually being there.

It was…heavenly.

The deeper in heaven you went, the deeper it got. The more you tried to explain or relate to it, the less it fit the understanding of it. Heaven was baffling. The fullness of it exceeded explanation or description. Even in its constitution it was enigmatic as it was like solid, yet also not. Vaporous though solidified, extant, yet distant.

Shaking his head Eben chuckled thinking about it.

Reality certainly had a greater detail in depth than anyone thought. It was in fact easier to accept the reality of heaven than to figure out. When that “acceptance” became a thought in Eben’s mind, he “felt” himself “sync” with heaven. It was as though heaven itself  accepted and synchronized him into itself. As though the place of heaven was as living as the “being” of living.



The same was true in the physical plane Eben lived in. So often in living life as he knew it, so much was taken for granted. The details of living were missed. The less important prioritized. Living was forgotten to mean living it. Experiencing it. Appreciating life in all its splendor. Recognizing life is design with the sculpting of one’s choices to master its infinite detail.



Heaven really was in the recognition of the infinite minutiae all around. Heaven was within and without.



It really had Ebens head spinning the short time he was there.  Heaven had so much more occurring than just the aspect of it, there was scarcely time on such a short visit to take it all in.

Chuckling Eben thought he needed eternity just to get a handle on it. Even then he thought he might not.



Eben loved to laugh. It was a character trait of his. Eben certainly was a character. Fortunately he was a character with a sense of humor. Oddly He didn’t recall any laughter in heaven.  Only once did he remember there was silence in heaven. The rest of the time it seemed to be music in the air.

What have you handled with your own hands?

Laughing quietly he knelt down, cupping one hand; He scooped water from the lake. Drinking deep it was refreshing. His morning shot of coffee. It woke him up just fine. No cost, no lines, no waiting for a double shot.  If he wanted that he just double dipped himself a palm, palm of his hand that is.

Somehow free tasted so… oh.. sooo…. good!

Dawn was a different story here in the Kingdom. That first morning in heaven had been something to see but while a nice place to visit, Eben wasn’t sure if he wanted to live there, yet. All that singing made you thirsty. And being in heaven you wouldn’t want to get so heavenly minded you were no earthly good, now would you?

Or would you?

Dawn in the new “here and now” simply meant from darkness to less dark. From light to lighter, but never to sunrise. No sun had been seen in sixty-nine years.



Still smiling at the lake, switching memories from heaven to earth, Eben remembered a famous comedian who commented on the weather. He said the weather was “dark” followed by occasional patches of “light” which as he recalled even now made him laugh. Something about a hippy dippy weather man[1].



This time of morning lightening, the dark was giving way to light. In this light his silhouette could be seen as an average man. Average height man with an average beard, wearing an average robe. Not unlike others in the Kingdom, which in the kingdom, was average,

But anywhere else would have gotten you locked up in a strait jacket.

Here in the Kingdom of God his attire did not stand out. 


No tight confining or provocative outer wear, at this time he was just robed in white.  The robes felt silky but sturdy. Light and durable with flow that conformed to the body’s actions. Seemingly silky but durable, not so satiny. It was in fact comfortable and seemed custom fit for the times and the season. Like sandals from days of old that had not worn out, this material appeared to be unusually sound.

Eben was robed but he didn’t have a halo nor act in some peculiar way. He was just an average guy.


Average if you considered the old cartoon of the long haired man walking around town with a sign saying the end is near wearing a robe and beard.

Thought Eben.          

Thinking again of stereotypes, misconceptions, and the fact that the “crazies” weren’t so crazy after all.

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[1] A skit attributed to George Carlin in the 20^th Century America

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