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<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\n(An Allegory)<\/p>\n
The sky was a beautiful light blue, with feathery white clouds. The air was crispy that day next to a lake surrounded by cat tails. A young man lay back against a cherry tree, slumbering, a slight smile on his face. He looked so peaceful I almost hated to wake him, but I must for he was in great danger and didn\u2019t know it.<\/p>\n
Now, my name is \u201cVision\u201d and my job for \u201cThe Most High God\u201d, is to wake up sleepers. I stood on \u201cThe Great Highway\u201d which has its\u2019 beginning in a small village called Pentecost and has no end, it goes on forever. It\u2019s called highway because it\u2019s higher than anything ever built and it\u2019s how you get to a far away place called \u201cThe Promised Land\u201d. Now the name of the highway is simply called \u201cThe Way\u201d. \u00a0It\u2019s built perfectly straight with no curves. There are yellow lines on each side of the highway to warn of the drop-off, there are two yellow lines in the middle that means, no passing. The highway is reserved for a peculiar people called \u201cThe Church\u201d. Now there are those that walk along beside the Highway just off the drop-off, called \u201cSpectators\u201d. They are always tripping over stuff and falling. They think they\u2019re on the highway, but they really aren\u2019t.<\/p>\n
As I looked down at the young man we will just call \u201cSleepy\u201d, I thought, it must be tough to walk around blind, to see, but not to see. Oh well, that\u2019s just the way it is. I gazed at him sternly and his eyes began to twitch. His head shook from side to side and his eyes popped open. He looked around and jumped straight up to his feet. The sky was black, the lake was dark and smelled putrid, the grass was dark brown as if dead.\u00a0 He began to run, tripping and falling over stuff. As far as he could see, it looked like a huge junk yard, everything looked blackish gray and colorless. \u00a0The sound was terrible with loud screeching, dogs growling and people moaning in pain. \u201cWhat is this?\u201d, Sleepy began to scream, blood running down from his cuts and bruises. He suddenly whirled around and saw me standing on \u201cThe Great Highway\u201d. \u201cWhat is this he screamed again\u201d? \u201cWhy\u201d, I said, \u201cdon\u2019t you recognize your own hometown, Sleepy\u201d? \u201cWho are you?\u201d he said, \u201cAnd my name is not Sleepy\u201d! Then Sleepy looked at \u201cThe Great Highway\u201d in amazement. It was high over his head and had color. There was the sweetest sound coming from many people walking and skipping along the highway. They were all going in the same direction. They were beautifully dressed, laughing and singing, it was magnificent. \u00a0Sleepy looked at me again and chokingly said \u201cWhat is that\u201d? \u201cWhy, it\u2019s the real world that you can\u2019t see, while sleeping, Sleepy\u201d, I said. Sleepy looked around and said,\u201d Why is there color on the highway and not here?\u201d \u201cBecause they live here and not where you are\u201d I said. \u201cYou live in the \u201cFall\u201d and they live in the Resurrection\u201d. \u201cThey can see what you can\u2019t see while they are awake and want no part of it. You are so used to it you don\u2019t see it while awake. Remember those nightmares you have when asleep, well, this is not one of them. Your nightmares are more like the place where you live than you think. When you wake up, look around more carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you remember seeing the school shootings on TV, the horrible storms, the gang wars, the broken marriages, the home invasions, drug addiction babies, the lies and deception in Government? They are the dark junk you keep tripping and falling over. On your best day by the lake and the cherry tree, all this was going on. You think it\u2019s normal and that\u2019s why you don\u2019t really see it. All this came with the \u201cFall\u201d, it was never supposed to be this way. What is the \u201cFall\u201d you ask? The first two humans that the \u201cMost High God\u201d, made where Adam and his wife Eve. Well, the first piece of junk, dark and lying, walked into the beautiful garden and convinced them that they could see as well as \u201cThe Most High God\u201d, if they would only follow him. Everything around them suddenly turned dark and their descendants have been tripping and falling over junk ever since. Man is now always seeing, but not seeing. Many years later, \u201cThe Most High God\u201d sent \u201cJesus\u201d, His Son, the forgiver of the sin of seeing but not seeing and all of those that really saw Him, followed Him out of the \u201cFall\u201d. They are those you see on \u201cThe Great Highway\u201d\u201d. Suddenly Sleepy was under the cherry tree sleeping again. The sky was blue, and the junk was hidden from him. \u201cThe Great Highway\u201d also was hidden. Sleepy began to groan and jerk. His eyes opened, he jumped straight up on his feet and looked around. He looked at his arms, no blood, no bruises, no junk, all was bright and beautiful. He spun around, but there was no highway. \u201cBut it was so real, why can\u2019t I see it. It was so real; it couldn\u2019t have been a dream\u201d. Then Sleepy, fell to the ground and said, \u201cI can\u2019t see you \u201cMost High God\u201d, but I want to, let me see\u201d. Then in a blink of an eye, he was standing on \u201cThe Great Highway\u201d, everything was bright, crisp and clean. He began to dance, skip and sing with the others there. As he moved along, he could see the dark black junk yard on both sides of \u201cGreat Highway\u201d. Every now and then, he would hear a familiar sound, a moan coming out of the \u201cFall\u201d. There was a gate on the side of \u201cThe Great Highway\u201d. The sign over the top read \u201cThe Shepard\u2019s Gate\u201d. The gate would open for the one that heard the moan. He was given permission to go out to the sound and help them to see.<\/p>\n
PS: OH, \u201cSleepy was given a new name\u201d, \u201cSamuel\u201d (The Seer)<\/p>\n
David McClary<\/p>\n
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