By Frank Henrich - A true event in
his life.
I was sitting in my comfortable rocker
in silent prayer when it happened. No one seemed to know what was happening. I sensed that a force I could not see was directing
us. There I was, standing shoulder to shoulder with all these people. I do not know how long the line was to my right or my
left. I could not see the end of it. There was also another straight row of people 60 yards ahead facing away from me, so
was unable to read the expressions on their faces. Beyond them was another row or file about 60 yards further out. Everyone
was facing the same direction. Then suddenly without warning bolts of lightening came down and struck just before the persons
in the foremost row. Then puffs of smoke filled the air. What is happening to me?
My mind flashed back
to how it all began. I was sitting in my study praying, when while awake, and in a sound mind, in the theater of my mind –
there I was, up in the air, walking on a white cloud surrounded by beautiful colors. Alone – yet at a distance, there
were others – not too close – but I knew they were there. A comfortable sense of peace and quietness filled me.
I knew, I had left the Earth, but there was no fear in me. Heading somewhere – but not sure where; tingling with excitement;
but without a care. The colors all around me were vibrant – yet not gaudy – of various soft hues and shades -
so pleasant to my eye. I had never seen such beauty. All of my attention was drawn to grasping its elegance. I felt like I
was walking – my legs were moving – but walking through a white cloud of air. It did not seem to disturb me, as
I had no fear of falling.
The further I went, the more people I saw. We were all walking in the same direction.
This started to interest me, thinking, “Where are we headed?” Then the thought came, “Well at least I must
be headed the right way.” As my journey continued, those ahead of me appeared to be forming into long rows – like
rows of marching soldiers. In the distance, the lines of people were as straight as lead pencils stretched across the sky
from my left to my right. I could only see their backs as they were all facing away from me. What seemed odd to me was the
distance between the files. Being 60 yards apart, each file seemed unattached to the row in front and behind them. My walk
slowly moved me into one of these newly forming rows with three feet separating me from the person to my right and left. My
group formed in seconds as if an unseen hand led us with ease to each appointed spot. My walking continued at the pace and
direction of all in my file. This walking was not the common leg moving action but rather a suspended motionless in space
– moved and controlled by an unseen hand – at times rapidly and times slowing or not at all – yes, suspended
in this lush land of white mist colored here and there with beautiful soft pastel colors that seems to fade in and out in
the distance landscape. What a view! However, my mind was unable to enjoy fully the terrain because of an expectancy that
something important was about to happen.
What is this all about? Then the thought came “What’s
happening to the people?” Looking ahead, the files of people stood out as pencils in the sky – all facing away
from me. How many? -- Gee, I don’t know. Suddenly my fully formed file stopped, and so did I. This allowed me a second
to glance at my fellow travelers. They were all smiling and happy. No words were spoken, as words seemed so unneeded. Without warning, my row moved forward again. Soon, we stopped. This continued
for three or four times, this going and stopping. Suddenly, I saw puffs of smoke. There was not one puff of smoke, but many
wisps of white filled the sky ahead. The rising vapor rose from each individual person in the most forward row. My mind started
churning, “Gee, that’s odd, wonder what is going on?”
Again, we went forward –
again we stopped. Now there were only two rows ahead of me. What happened to the other people was the thought racing through
my intellect, “Would it also happen to me?” After the puffs of smoke, the furthest row had gone somewhere. But
where? My attention focused on the files ahead. For soon, would I not be going through that process? The line would move forward
and then there would be something similar to a bolt of lightning, a fire from above would come down for just a second and
then disappear, and then there would be this puff of smoke that would rise. Sometimes the smoke would be black and heavy in
front of the person – and sometimes there would be hardly any smoke at all – just a wisp – hmm. Then I noticed
someone would come with some kind of white object. I didn’t know what it was. Then suddenly the people would just be
gone. They would move rapidly out of their file and disappear. Then the next row would move forward repeating the process.
The file that moved forward next was the row right in front of me. Wow! I wondered, “Should I be
afraid?” You know, the same thing happened to the next row. The fire came down –- there was this puff of smoke
– and then someone walked to the file – it looked like he was wiping their heads with a white cloth. Not everyone
had their head wiped – just some of them, especially where the smoke was very heavy. I wondered if the smoke smarted
their eyes and they needed to have their eyes wiped – because, you know smoke does hurt your eyes. Hmm – that
is something to ponder. Then all of a sudden, I became very nervous as each person in the row ahead vanished. Then my row
marched forward. I must admit there was nervousness in me – I was not afraid – it was just that I was curious
– well maybe that stretches it a bit – I think that I was kind of wondering. (Continued in column to the right)
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(continued from column to the left) There I was, standing
shoulder to shoulder with all these people. I don’t know how long the line was to my right or my left. I couldn’t
see the end of it. Suddenly, we all stopped. In front of me, I saw a vision – all the things I had done in my life!
My life focused before me – showing me all the good deeds I had done, and the bad ones. I was filled with the understanding
that this was my judgment. There was a Single Person standing thirty yards ahead facing us. He was a blur to my sight but
my spirit acknowledged Him to be Jesus. He was there! All of a sudden, there was a fire that came down! It was like a bolt
of lightening, and it struck my deeds that lay before me – and I saw smoke ascend.
Then I saw
– after the smoke had cleared – the reward that the Lord had for me. It was right there in front of me! The Scripture
I learned a long time ago, concerning my work for God’s glory and how it will be judged, passed through my mind.
“Each man’s work shall be made manifest;
for the day shall declare it, because it is revealed in fire; and the fire itself shall prove each man’s work of what
sort it is. If any man’s work shall abide which he built thereon, he shall receive a reward. If any man’s work
shall be burned, he shall suffer loss; but he himself shall be saved; yet so through fire.” 1 Corinthians 3:13-15.
I realized that in front of me was
the reward Jesus wanted to give me for my work done for Him on earth. It was not my salvation – I had my salvation by
being there. Only those who are saved go through the believers’ judgment. I know this from my study of the Bible. What
was lying in front of me was the special reward He had for me.
I looked to the right and saw some people
with much larger rewards than mine – truly, they had performed greater feats for our Lord – they had brought greater
glory to His name! Then I looked to my left! That person had no reward. He was standing there crying! He realized that he
had lived his life for himself. He was saved, and had eternal life in heaven. He believed Jesus Christ is his Lord and Savior.
His life had been busy making money, or gathering fame, or living it totally for his family’s benefit, so that work
for our Lord had been left out. I wanted to turn to him and say, “Let me help you my brother.” My aching heart
reached out to him. However, I felt restrained – as if I was not to touch him – as if I was not to lend a helping
hand. My love for him had turned my thoughts away from the reward in front of me. Suddenly, I saw the Lord moving forward
to him and, with a white handkerchief, wipe his eyes. It was as if I heard the Lord say to him, “its okay, my brother,
its okay.” I recalled the Scripture, “God Himself will be with us; he will wipe every tear from our eyes.”
(Revelations 21:4). Again the Scripture passed through my mind: “If any man’s work shall
be burned, he shall suffer loss; but he himself shall be saved; yet so as through fire.” 1 Corinthians 3:15
The person next to me was saved. He is in Heaven; but with little reward.
God renders many judgments; but the believers’ judgment is only for believers and it is the only judgment that believers
in Christ Jesus pass through. That was a relief – to know judgment is past for me. I started to move – I was leaving.
Another Scripture filled my mind:
“And I saw
a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth are passed away; and the sea is no more. And I saw
a holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, made ready as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard
a great voice out of the throne saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he shall dwell with them, and they
shall be His peoples, and God himself shall be shall be with them and be their God; and He shall wipe away every tear from
their eyes; and death shall be no more; neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain, any more; the first things
are passed away.” Revelation 21:1-4
The row was breaking up. We were being sent
in separate directions but this time as before my legs weren’t moving, yet with great speed did the landscape pass my
glimpse. Then suddenly as if someone turned out the lights – pitch darkness followed – and then a light flashed
on. Oh, but a different light - the glow from the lamp in my study. Yes, there I was, back again in San Rafael as a 51-year-old
man rocking in my comfortable chair. I immediately prayed: “Lord Jesus, I have not passed thru the believers judgment
yet, don’t let me be a Crying Victor. Don’t let me stand in that row – - with no reward because I did not
take time to do Your work.” It is my prayer that you also, my sister and brother, will not be one who stands with no
reward, whose tears our Lord Jesus will wipe away. Do not be a Crying Victor! You don’t want to be a crying victor!!
Wonderful!! Just ask Jesus to guide you to the work he is preparing for you . Yes, He will show you. Why don’t you ask
right now? My pastor, Bob Collins, said, "One can serve without love, but when you love, you can not help but serve.”
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