Praise

As I stood at the gate waiting to get in, I thought about all the things I had done; the rules I had broken, the wrong choices I had made, people I have hurt. I waited patiently to be judged, as patient as a person can be thinking he already knows his fate.

As I stood there reliving in my mind all of the mistakes I had made, I saw Him approach. He was wearing a white suit, so clean & perfect as if nothing could possibly stain it.

His face was perfect & so bright that it was hard to look at it for more than a few seconds without the feeling of not being worthy overtaking me. He was carrying a white folder in his hand, very thick and overflowing with papers, records that would determine just how unworthy I am.

As He stood in front of me looking at me, as if he had a photographic snapshot of my life in his head, a Rolodex to quickly recall the mistakes I have made, He asked me to sit & talk to him awhile. That's when I noticed the clear glass table & chairs that I had not seen before.

As we sat, He offered me a glass of water from the crystal pitcher that was on the table. The water tasted so pure & clean, like no water I had ever tasted before.

When I placed the glass on the table, I calmly stated that I was ready for my judgment.

He looked at me as if with smiling eyes & said "Judgment? I am not here to judge you; you have already done that. I am here to discuss the love you have shown others".

I looked at him with a puzzling look & said, "What about the mistakes I made, the people I have hurt? What about the rules I broke?"

"Rules?" he said, "those were not rules I gave to you, those were promises; promises of what life will be like when you are truly with me. Now, can we get back to our discussion?"

As He opened the folder, He began to smile as He spoke of my father. He spoke of how much my father had enjoyed my company, how much he trusted & loved me.
I could feel a lump swelling up in my throat.

But he didn't speak of disappointment; He spoke of how much it meant to my dad that I was there with him for his final days he was alive. He talked about the tears I cried with him & how I expressed how important he was in my life.

He told me how proud my earthly father was of me & how he has been watching me carrying on the kindness & generosity towards others that he had taught me from such a young age

He said that He gives parent’s an extra sense, the sense to feel emotions from their children just by being close to them.

He told me that my father knew how much I loved him & he still talks about me sometimes at the supper table.

He then reminded me of the lady I helped on the side of the road when I was traveling cross country. He spoke of me giving her assistance & encouragement when she shared her sad story with me.

He told me of how she was able to turn her life around & how she went on to meet a wonderful man that is a great father to her children. He talked about the oldest son & how he is a skilled surgeon & has saved many of lives.

He then closed the folder & said "Son, this is not judgment, this is praise! I do not expect any of my children to be perfect, I just want them to love each other as I have loved them."

He then pushed the folder over to me & said, "Here, this is for you. There are many more examples in here of the love you have shown others. This is to help you forgive yourself for the rules you had broken, the wrong choices you had made and people you have hurt."

"Now it is time to go," he said.

He stood up & reached for a glass bell that was hanging right over the table; I did not see it there before, just like I had not seen the table and chairs.

He began to ring the bell & the sound seemed to echo through my head. The sound was pleasing, like the soft sound of a wind chime made of glass.

The sound seemed to fade as I reached for the folder in front of me. Before I knew it, I was mesmerized by the sound as it continued to fade, as if it was moving away from me.

The man was no longer in front of me & everything seemed to fade to black. I gripped tighter & tighter on the folder, only to realize it was no longer in my hands. I closed my eyes tight, as if hoping to change the darkness that had quickly come upon me.

The ringing sound of the bell was getting louder, as if to be moving closer to me now. I opened my eyes once again & the darkness had lifted & replaced by white. I could still hear the bell ringing as I realized I was staring at my bedroom ceiling.

I reached for the alarm clock to turn off the bell that was still ringing in my head.

Sadden by the thought of this all just being just a dream and the realization that the folder I held so tightly to was not in my hands, I stood up out of bed & a shiver came over my entire body.

A smile slowly came to me as if I was not in control of my face. And then I realized that the entire contents of that folder I saw in my dream were stored in my memory.

It was as if someone had placed it there, cataloged perfectly & with vivid details. It was as if I was watching a movie about me, seeing the pictures so real in my mind. What a wonderful gift!

Was it a dream or did something happen to me?

Years of recalling all of my failures in life, reliving all of the pain I had felt & the pain I had caused, for the first time I saw only the beauty.

I had to share this; I had to tell people what had happened to me.

Was this G-d talking to me? Was this just a wonderful dream that opened my mind to the life I had hid in a dark corner of my memory?

Whatever had happened, I realized I would never be the same.

For the first time in my life, I saw the book of my life and realized it was a love story. The best part of this wonderful discovery is that the book is not yet complete. I had been shown some of the outcomes of the love I had shared in my life & I wanted more.

This day I reached a new level of serenity & I realized for the first time that the love you give away, the pure unconditional love that you show others, always stays with you. It is a love you are born with. A love more pure than the whitest snow. It is G-d’s love & it must be shared with others always.

G-d Bless.

J