Dream
Judgment Day. I am before the pleading bar of the Almighty to state my cause for entering the Kingdom. Jesus asks the countless throng of God’s children:
“Is there anyone who has ought against this man, or reason he should not enter my Kingdom?”
A man comes forward, youthful, bright, with a sparkle in his eye, holding a cane for what reason I don’t know for all his vigor, covered with so many stamped coin souvenirs from his travels. Approaching, he looks at me, barks “Get something to eat!” and winks. He steps back down with nothing more to say. Neither does my Savior have any more to say.
They set me down for the feast of entrance. There in the abundance are the grapes, even the grapes of the winepress of the wrath of Almighty God, restored to the vine, never to be trampled again.
And I eat.