To the Mountaintop, a Triptych Part Three

Trekking to the mountaintop this band of beasts and saints

Sergeant Jesus in the fore with commands, a luminous path He paints

“Deny yourself!” He shouts at every turn

“Struggle for Godliness and brother; unless you want to burn!”

“Be like beheaded saints of old whose eyes of heart focused on Kingdom rule,

To neither pleasure-quest nor pain of evils did those saints succumb; they were no fools,

Whose egos fell like dresses to reveal naked hearts of gold,

Headless they lived their lives and headless went to heaven, servants brave and bold. “

On our journey-mysterious we hikers stopped to look below

The beast imperious imprisoned spewing anger and excuses, such a pathetic fellow

Germs of confusion and lies he broadcast before he went, to infect the innocent if he could

While waiting for the Lake of Fire, that hopeless fiend of wood.

We, the remnant, climbed faster and higher to escape the image of that bound-up beast

With energy renewed, we grabbed branches to hoist ourselves from his fire’s feast

When suddenly before us on that mysterious mountainside appeared

Judgment thrones of marble stone with Sergeant waiting for us who feared.    

Souls of spirits long arrested, added to our ranks affected

Us hikers, mountain climbers who stopped to be inspected

Foreheads and hands we did display for marks of the bound-up beast

Who allowed him to pollute their minds or which hands work for him to please?

It is true I saw it then that some among us suffered

Locked into death, a dark prison of self-centered choosing, so much tougher

While others went on to follow the Son, Sergeant Jesus our commander, with affection

For the easiest mile of the climb followed the first resurrection.

After what seemed a thousand of years, the beast was released from his prison

To wage war on the world with lies and deceits pitting nation against holy nation

Until the moment that God said “The end.”

And fire came down out of heaven.

From our mountaintop perch we saw the face of the earth all ablaze

With billions of bombs aimed at each other engulfed in a blinding haze

Except for us on the mountain path, no one noticed the fire raining from heaven

To devour devious devil and beast before flinging them into torment unending.

With the perpetrator and great deceiver gone

He who enticed with lies that no one couldn’t deliver on

Convincing each fool that his own way lead to joy or fate

It was time for God of truth and rules to select His holy mate.

Back on mountain top we spied our master and commander king

Sergeant Jesus megaphone firmly in hand, I really think he liked that thing

Shouted to us to form a single line for the second and final judgment day

“There will be no third for saints or sinners” he hollered, “to go another way.”

Then books were opened and the Book we hikers most feared and dreaded,

To see whose names were written, and where each of us was headed

To see who loved more than hated;

And who was willing to be beheaded and berated?

Who worshipped God and Him alone instead of power brokers

Who faithfully stayed on the luminous path of commands while others were only jokers

Or for whom did Sunday morning cozy beds ring louder than bells and hymns

Who suffered in the world and soul so much (s)he let Christ’s own light dim?

Every line perused the judges in the open Books of Life and of works

for what each soul accomplished and achieved by free strong will, or who was killed by jerks  

to land in the Lake of Fire to be tormented by memories of earthly bliss

Tormented all the more that ignorance, willfulness, and doubts lead them to this.

Tear drenched faces of the living

Turned to the Son who had stopped forgiving

To dry their eyes so they could see New Jerusalem descending

Adorned as a bride for her husband unending.

Purified, white satin shimmering

Mountaintop winners winning

Champions afew stepping into Shalom city they always lived in

To see the face of God and to touch Him

Victorious-arms raised high having endured ages of turmoil

Receive their jeweled crowns, then bent down to kiss the holy soil

Heard God say

My holy world without end is born today.



The Day After Heaven


Coming down from the mountaintop adventure in the Triptych; returning to this old earth of time and sorrows is a kind of falling asleep, permission to forget what is important and what is not, to roll back into our patterns of joy and sorrow, anger and peace, work and rest.

I look out my window to see men and women running and biking to keep their bodies healthy by sending oxygen into their bloodstreams, building muscle mass, and limbering their joints. Reading and thinking about the judgment seat and the day we enter the life of the ages to come keeps our souls limber.

We humans are made in the intelligent image and likeness of God. Through our brilliant minds, we have dominion over the earth and everything on it. Our great inventions are proof of our dominion, they give humanity ever increasing powers and efficiencies, overcoming decay and delaying bodily death.

But it is not enough to have dominion over this world, or even power over our own emotions. God wants us to be united to Him in spirit. That’s another important reason why Christ allowed Himself to be crucified. He said in John 16, “It is to your advantage that I go away; for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you; but if I depart, I will send Him to you.” The Holy Spirit comes to us who ask for Him and receive Him. He is the very Spirit of God, the helper and healer. He is the breath of God that we must breathe daily to have immortal life in us.

Each person born is free to unite with the spirit of God or to be consumed by the war between good and evil being waged in this world. My mission is to always remind you that we are in the world but not of it, that we have a goal that is richer than mountains of gold, mightier than any army on earth no matter how large or well equipped, and more important than any achievement earth-bound man can ever attain. We are gods and if we follow the yellow brick road, and keep our spirits aimed to our Father who art in heaven, this eternal life of ours will radiate forever.

For today, the anticipation of a national day of Thanksgiving to God and even greater, of the celebration of the 2,010 birthday of Christ makes me feel that the sun is rising after a long dark night all over again! Let’s get ready for the ADVENT-ure that is in store for us.