Having been
born to a God fearing Christian Mother, naturally I was raised to go to Church
on Sunday, pray and ask God to bless food before eating it, and all the other
training that Christian Mothers do. I was taught all the basics such as right
from wrong, truth, honesty, respect, and that God is always watching.
As I advanced
through the years, it saddens me now to admit, I strayed away more than once.
Each time I made that stupid mistake, God welcomed me back with open arms, and
forgave me of everything I asked him to. He is very forgiving, when you ask, and
repent.
A few short
years ago I felt my life was about finished. I came to my senses and I realized
I was in a strange place. It looked like a hall way in a court house. Both sides
were lined with benches. There were many people waiting. As I looked around
surveying the situation, a gentleman came out one of the double doors and called
my name, and I was ushered into a court room, and led to a seat at the
defendants table.
A long haired
man was seated at the defendants table, but he didn't even turn and look my way.
There was a
man at the other table dressed in a very expensive suit with his hair slicked
down and looking quite debonair. He was looking at me, and thumbing through a
stack of papers.
In a few
minutes the judge came in. He was an older gentleman wearing a flowing robe that
was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. The robe was of a material
unfamiliar to me. I didn't recognize it at all. I looked around but I saw no one
in the room that I knew.
I didn't
remember having done anything recently that would bring me to court, it must
have been in years gone by. I had been doing my best to live right. I really
didn't know why I was there.
The judge
said, "let us begin". The debonair looking fellow stood up, addressing the
judge, he began by stating, "judge this one is mine, he has belonged to me since
he was a tiny boy. I led him through many lessons and worked with him before he
could even talk".
"Before he
could talk, I taught him, if something didn't go as he wanted, he must scream
and keep everyone in the house awake. He would scream for something to eat, and
then spit it out when it was given to him."
"As he grew
older he would hit his brother, and tell his mom his brother hit him first. He
lied about breaking a dish, saying his sister did it".
"When he
started to school, he used language only construction workers and sailors use,
he cheated on his papers, he pulled the girl's hair, blamed others. He.......
My attorney
stood to his feet saying in a sweet kind voice, "I object, he wasn't even to the
age of accountability". The judge said "objection sustained". My attorney again
sat very quietly, looking directly at the judge.
The
prosecuting attorney began to get angry and his looks started changing
dramatically. He looked old and wrinkled, with red eyes, and started screaming.
He belongs in hell, I have pages of charges. Sins this guy has done and no one
can prove otherwise, and he started to read all the charges. I knew then this
man was *satan, and he looked every bit of the part
He has stolen
from others. He has cheated other people of rightful things. He has been drunk
on many occasions. He has lied, and lied again. He has gone with out helping
others in need. He has used people for what he could get out of them, then cast
them off. He has under paid them for the work they were doing. He has broken
every speed law in the land. He hasn't always been forthright with his wife. Do
I even need to finish this list, I have pages and pages? He belongs in HELL NOW!
I was wishing
he would stop, sit down and shut up. I began to think of all the things I had
done. I was feeling very heavy with a mountain of guilt. Tears were not
dripping, they were flowing down my cheeks, soaking my clothes as all the things
were brought up. Things I had long forgotten, Things I had thought were well
hid.
The judge
looked at me and asked me to stand. He asked, "how do you plead"? All I could
say was "guilty your honor". I felt then, I was doomed.
As I looked
around for help my attorney had risen to his feet and asked may I approach the
bench.
satan
objected snarling, he is guilty, HE BELONGS IN HELL!.
As my
attorney started toward the bench I got my first good look at him, it was our
blessed Savior Jesus Christ, and I recognized him then.
When he
approached the bench, I heard him say "Father". When I heard
his sweet kind voice, I could only hope I had remembered to ask forgiveness for
all my transgressions.
I instantly
also knew why I did not recognize the fabric of the judges robe, It was a
covering of pure unconditional love, and of course, I didn't recognize him. I
had not been privileged to see him before. I did recognize Jesus from pictures I
had seen, and the descriptions I had been given. Jesus was my defense attorney.
I sat very quietly as he spoke. He simply said "Father, he is mine."
Then Jesus
turned to face the court room and said, "satan was correct with every allegation
read before this court, and actually there were many more. I will not deny any
of it, as this man did not deny any of it."
"Yes, he has
sinned, and death is surly the wages of sin, and this sinner as others deserve
to be punished", saying however, as he turned to the bench. "Father, I died on
the cross so that this man might have eternal life if he accepted me as his Lord
and Savior. He has done so, and that makes him mine".
Jesus then
continued. "His name is written in the lamb's book of life and no one can take
him from me. This man is to be given mercy, not justice. satan should understand
that by now." Jesus again looked to his Father and said, "there is nothing more
to be done, I have done it all"
The judge,
our Father, said, |
Neither do I
condemn thee, |
Go and sin no
more! |
As I started
to leave the court room, I heard satan scream, "I WILL GET THE NEXT ONE, YOU
JUST WAIT AND SEE!"
As I walked
out the door with Jesus arm in arm, he said, Bob you need return, the time is
neigh, there is much to be done, many are in need, do as you can.
I was
enjoying the warmth of our Savior, I suddenly awoke. It had been only a dream,
however to me it was reality, and I have dedicated the rest of my time here on
earth, to doing what every I can for others until he calls us home.
If satan ever
bothers me again, I will simply sue him! |
With the
tools I'll use, I can not lose. |
My brother as
my attorney, my Daddy the judge |
How could I
lose? |
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9/8/04 BOB CRAIG . .
aka
TEXAS BOB |
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