April 1 2007

Why worlds will be made for those who are now alive

John 14:2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if [it were] not [so], I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.

 Were you in time to see things there would be many on this earth. That doesn't mean much to you but imagine that God had said that I was being tested by April. Not of people but of month. And that test wasn't for fools but for people. For April was the month when testing of people was taking place. And so I was being tested by those who wanted to see if I were really able to bear things. And so they went into me and in my house and into my room and they went into my world. And they all said "He is a slob. He doesn't deserve help of anyone."

 And so I went out and didn't say a word because I didn't care. I was tired and wore out and frustrated and ready to scream. I couldn't share what I was going through except in words. I couldn't talk to anyone because it wasn't time. It were as if I could give and I tried but when I wanted something called word comfort it wouldn't arrive.

And so it was as if the entire world held its breath. And the exhaled. And that was of course the normal share of things. For people often held their breath and released it because we had to. And so no one really knew nor cared that I was a slob. Except my parents who tried to help me. And they had so much house to deal with they wanted to laugh when I talked about having a house of my own. It was as if a man who was a barber said "I would like to sweep floors" and his floor was strewn with hair. And people were grossed out because if he had time to sweep it wasn't for business. It was for pleasure.

And thus a day passed. I didn't scream but I felt like it. I had given my best and I had given my worst. I couldn't overcome except Gods way. I said that from day one but if there was a test it came from those who didn't believe. I overcame because I spent time praying. And I overcame because God and I just talked. It was God who fought and God who sought me out and God who knew I said this because it is the way God taught. I didn't expect to overcome on my own. I did expect to overcome. And perhaps some saw my arrogance as a way of getting back at me or what I represented.

 And yet it wasn't me they were after so much as it was God. For God knew I was frustrated. I would be excited by a conversation on grass. If God started showing me things on grass I'd do a flip. At least in my mind. For grass was fascinating to me. It wasn't just the wheat or barley but the bamboo and the sugar cane. They were grass and so was corn. It was as if there were an industry which entered grass in a content and it grew large. And I wanted to know what it was that caused this transformation.

And so God said I could learn in time. And I could create a new type of corn perhaps. Or a new type of cane. But for now I was stuck. And I could not get out.

How could I be stuck? Think of me as a screw and sin as an evil plumber. He took me and stuck my head in a toilet and screwed me in tight. I went in with hope and I got stuck. God sent expert after expert to see what they could do but everyone suggested a hammer. And so to do this they had to turn the world upside down and pound me on the head. And so I had to take authority because I was in so much pain.

So God saw it and knew I wasn't joking. They were trying to force sin out and sin wouldn't go. So they had to come up with a plan whereby I was grafted into line with the evil spirit. Now grafted isn't like sin took me and ate me. It was like I was grafted into line of sin. And that meant God had to help me by restoring me to a place where I could be unscrewed.

Think of it this way. If I was grafted into the line of evil then maybe this is what God wanted me to say for April fools. After all no one knows why I'm sick. I get thoughts from some that people think I'm responsible for the sickness in our family. Why? Because I didn't repent or I couldn't. And if I couldn't maybe I was an evil spirit. After all I was put in a mental hospital. And that was to see if I was sane. Of course the doctor got so angry with me while I was in there he kept saying "This doesn't make sense." He said it because he could not figure out why I was there. He said there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. Of course I knew that but those who sent me in were not well that day. And they didn't like the fact that I was acting weird. Of course it didn't help that I was going on nearly a month without proper sleep. And the last week I didn't sleep a wink. I couldn't. I was being hit by sin and he was giving me a toilet hit. And that was he was trying to rub me out so I would stop bugging his world with prayer.

You see, if this makes any sense, it was God who instigated a conversation with me in September of 2003. I went into pain and suffering so deep no one could talk with me or have anything to do with me. I suffered and I cried and I wept inside but outside I was comatose. I could barely move. And God taught me the secret thing that no one else on earth wanted. How to have him as a friend. And it wasn't a secret to him but it was to everyone else. And I will share it but read my stuff. You'll find I write the secret openly.

 Being friends with God meant I was into things that were big time big. As in dealing with men. And despite what you think men exist. Not just in our universe but in the other two. And that is heaven one, two and three. And there are also Heavens one, two and three. And they are real. And so is sin. And I took them on like cheese and balogna. Which means I ate up time with God for hours every day. I even bragged I spent eight hours one day in prayer. Simply because I was having the time of my life.

 Well, things got bad after awhile because I had reached a position of authority. I started facing trouble on various fronts. I went out and did things I wasn't happy with. I was stumbling. I didn't know why. And as a friend God helped me by restoring me with anointing. And that helped me get into greater trouble. And it got so bad I was torn apart from this place I call home. For months I lived in various places and it was bad.

Now all this lead to me being in trouble with those I love. And that wasn't God but with family. I got in trouble and they didn't like it. True God had me prophecy it as coming but they had forgotten. And they didn't want it to be real. And so they let me be and I went back into prayer.

 And it wasn't prayer like before because this time sin had done a job on my head. And I hated it but I kept praying. One, two, sometimes three hours a day. It was slog and grind and I kept at it. And it worked. God was there and he listened to me in silence, in prayer, in crying and in weeping. And it was the weeping which helped. Because God hated sin more then any creature that had ever existed. Lets say sin was bad but now he had gone into evil. And this was the worst thing sin had done from the beginning of time. And he didn't care. He laughed and he mocked God and me.

 It went on like this for several years and then God began to deliver. That deliverance had to be of those who wanted out. And that meant the majority of those on earth. And so those few who had submitted to evil were those who refused to harken. And that meant about a billion people refused life. That may not seem like a lot but it is. A billion people were not of the poor but of the rich. And thus the rich were those who had fallen. And if they remained on old earth they would die.

 For most of them they didn't care. It would be a world filled with everything they ever wanted. It would be a world they would either love or hate. Suddenly the entire world would grind to a halt. And suddenly they would find that not one person on earth was left to help.

So if this story does seem strange it is because I volunteered to stay and help. As strange as it seems it wasn't the amount of pain I had suffered. It was that those billion people included those who had inspired. They were stars and they were rich. And they were those who would give me whatever I wanted. It is ironic. I asked God for money and yet all that is left are those who are arrogant. And they are the people God wanted to help. How? By letting them experience the trial of life. And it wasn't that they would refuse church but God was a different matter. So God set it up so they didn't know they were left. He left me and he left my family. He allowed us to remain. And that meant I was into the biggest story of all time. For not even me knew it. All I knew is that I saw me in a story which I didn't see a way out. For if there was a rapture in November then who was that rapture for?

 To answer that isn't a dumb question. It simply is a question which is like all things. April first. The fools day. And like all fools I fell and I sinned. And I was one who had fallen short of God. How? Because I had fallen into arrogance. I had become rich. I had become filled with things of this world. I was in the right side of things. And that meant that I was into the things God wanted me to be. A rich man on earth. Richer then anyone on earth. For I had inherited the things I wanted. I had become the king of earth. I had inherited the thing I wanted most and that was the thing called sin.

Now if that is April fools it doesn't sound very funny. So lets just say this is a test. If it had been a real emergency you would have been told where to go for help. So I will say it is a test. And I am still in Gods plan. And I am free of sin. And those evil ones are being taken to the sea of fire or lake depending on how you view it. And I am sitting pretty. Only it isn't a dream. And the emergency time is here. And I am fighting with evil. And God is helping me. Because I am in the world which was meant to be destroyed. And it will be. In a thousand years. Only in this world, as it turns out, God wanted me to salvage as much as I could before it was destroyed forever. Seems that the world was filled with things created by those who had been inspired by God in a billion different things. And they were those who had become rich. And they really were here. And I was too and if it gets weird the rest of humanity was taken up because they were the dead in Christ. They were those who had been dead. And those who remain were their spirits. For the spirit men remained so they could fight against evil. And I was one who remained and so did my family. We all fought it even the one who seemed to start it. For we billion were the only people left on earth. We were the only living ones. We were the inspiration of this world. We were people who were alive. And that meant we were alive because Jesus had made us alive. And we were alive because we had fallen into this old world. And we all wanted to salvage not just things but those who were dead.

 It seemed that no one who was dead could see they were dead. They all had died. So who went up? It seems that men who were dead. They were the dead in Christ. And they were men who had died. All men. Not just the good but the evil. For they all had to be brought up for judgment. And if they were replaced by things that cannot be seen. And we are not being fooled today just writing it so there is a mystery. For if I am real then you might be as well. And if I am a fool then who is God? You can't have it both ways either. For if you are alive you can have riches in Christ. But if you are dead then you have judgment with Christ. And yet we must all be judged. Yet perhaps those who are alive and remain will understand. For we watched the dead leave. We didn't see it. We didn't know it. They just left. And they are gone. And we remain as those who are alive. And if they left and we remain then who is it that replaced us? It seems that as God took the dead He brought in those called Angel to replace them who were dead. And they stayed long enough to hire those who were left of the living. And they are the ones who fight for life.

 Now it might sound strange but think of me as an answer person. Willing to give out knowledge but not willing to share it too deeply. As in sometimes I grow weary of doing well. And so I finish this with a silent prayer that I do not grow weary in doing well. For that will be the end of this story.