Pathways
Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office,
and once again it was the fault of that new girl, MaryAnne. She is one
of those Wiccans, a so called witch. How can anyone in their right
mind make this claim, knowing that it goes against God and all of the
teachings of the bible? She doesn't even have the common decency
to keep her satanic symbol, her pentagram necklace hidden from the
view of the decent, God fearing people in the office. She has some
nerve. I find that I cannot hate her for this though, for I know
that she has been deceived. Satan works his evil in ways that she
cannot see. I've seen that so called Wiccan Rede that she has
tacked to the wall above her computer. On the surface, it looks
like a decent loving belief, but all one must do is look, look
closely and see that by practicing this way, and not embracing Jesus
Christ as savior she is on the pathway to hell. As I've said, it was a
bad day in the office.
Three times in the past few weeks I have been called in to see my
supervisor, and he has told me that I am not allowed to preach to
MaryAnne the word of God, to show her the error of her ways. Today, my
supervisor told me that if I continue to "harass" MaryAnne, he
will be forced to terminate me. How can he say this? He himself is
a God fearing man. And, how can he be so tolerant of the evil that
he sees insinuating itself into our workplace? As I lay down
to sleep last night, I asked the Lord for guidance. "God,
grant me a true vision of you, so that I may better lead the faithless
onto the righteous path," "Oh, a true vision of Me is it? Are
you sure that you're ready, truly ready to see, my son?" I sat
bolt upright in bed, and there, at the foot of my bed, white of hair
and beard, in a long, flowing white robe, stood the Lord my God. I made
to leap from the bed and fall to my knees in front of Him, but he
stopped me with a gesture. "Kneel not before me at this time my
son. Instead, rise and walk with Me, so that you may get a glimpse
of what I truly am, as you asked of me in your prayer."
He took my hand, and as I looked, my bedroom was no longer there, but a
pathway thru the woods. We started to walk, and I was too awestruck for
words. We took the path to the left, and we were then inside St.
Catherine's Church, in the middle of a service. While still standing
beside me, God seemed to expand and fill the whole of the church. I
could see smiles of contentment forming on some of the
parishioners faces. I felt blessed. God smiled upon me."The
Catholics hold such pretty masses, don't they? I like to stop here
in this church, because not only do they speak the words, but they
live the life, thru teaching, helping the sick and poor, not only
with handouts, but helping them learn to help themselves. Now let
us walk on," And we were back on the pathway.
We traveled a bit further along, and then were in the parlor of a
funeral home. A young woman was kneeling before the casket, resting
her head on it and crying. I could see by the similarity, that this
dead man must be her father. God knelt beside her, and drew His arms
about her. "Miss him, that is all right, but weep not for him, for
now he is with Me". She wiped her eyes, and stood with a sad
smile upon her face, and said "Good-bye Daddy. I'll miss
you," and turned and left the room.
And we were back on the pathway. We walked a little ways, and we were
in front of a large lodge of some kind. I could hear music and
laughter spilling out of the windows. I turned to look at God, and was
shocked to see, not the flowing white robe, but Him wearing leather and
animal furs, his hair and beard now the color of wheat, and a sword
strapped across His back. He strode forth, and I saw him approach a
figure I had not seen before. As I looked close, I was shocked to see
that it was the same face that I had just seen dead, but looking young
and strong, and dressed in ancient looking garb, an ax strapped to his
waist. God strode up to him and grabbed him in a great bear hug.
"Welcome my son. We've been waiting for you. Now, go inside and
raise a cup or two, and meet with your brother." And, with a
hearty slap on the back, he sent the man inside. And then we were
back on the pathway.
We walked a bit further, and then we were in a mosque. At least I
believed so, as I had never been in one before, but had seen pictures
of them. The group of worshippers was not large, but I could see their
rapt faces as they listened to the mullah speak. He was speaking to
them of purity, both of the mind and the body, bringing them closer to
Allah. And as he spoke, God, dressed now in the robes of the desert,
walked among them and briefly laid his hands upon each set of shoulders.
And, from their faces, I could see that these men knew that the words of
the mullah were true, and that their spirits felt touched by God.
And then we were back on the pathway.
After we had walked a bit, we found ourselves in an African village.
People with skin as black as night, the women with their breast
shamefully bared, were dancing in a circle, to the rhythm of the drums
being played by a group of men. Somehow though, I was not offended by
the bared breasts, and the music seemed to seep into my soul. God was
then a mighty lion, and He let forth a mighty roar. The villagers did
not seem to hear, but the drums increased their pounding, and the
dancers danced with a frenzy.
And then we were back on the pathway.
We walked a bit more, and were on the top of a cliff. There sat,
painted and covered with feathers, an old Navajo man. As I watched, he
seemed to change into the form of an eagle and take flight, and we were
flying with him, soaring high into the air, seeing the vista spread out
below us. And God, in the form of an eagle Himself, seemed to guide
this other eagle thru the air, over mountains and thru valleys, until
he came upon a group of men. As I watched, the old Navajo man was no
longer an eagle, but a young boy instead, and he sat at the feet of
these men, to listen to the words of his elders. And then we were back
on the pathway.
We traveled a bit, and then we were in a forest clearing. I knew this
place. It was known as a place of devil worship and evil. In the center
of the clearing roared a great bonfire, and kiwi torches outlined a
circle of sorts. Inside this circle, in a circle themselves, stood 7
men and 6 women, dressed in robes of varying colors, their arms raised
to the moon. Was that one woman MaryAnne? I really couldn't be sure.
And God walked among them in the circle, touching each one. He seemed
not to be an older man now, but as he made each of three turns around
the circle, he was first a young girl, bouncing with energy, then a
woman of middle years, with a tender smile for all Her children, and
finally, an old woman, body bent, but holding Her head up with pride.
And a woman stepped forward, and yes, it was MaryAnne, and lifted her
head to the sky. "Great Goddess, Mother of us all, thank you for
joining us tonight. Stay if You will, go if You must. Know in our
hearts You will always be welcome.Blessed be!!" And we were back on
the pathway.
As we walked along, ahead in the distance I saw the most beautiful man.
Yes, beautiful, though I would never normally think of a man this way.
With blonde hair, and a golden robe, he seemed to radiate sunshine. God
and this golden man nodded to each other as they passed, sharing a
smile together. "My Lord" I asked, "was that an
angel?" "Well, yes, he is known as that to some. He is also
known to some as a good himself. That was Lucifer" And His words
caused me to stumble. I couldn't believe that we had just passed the
ultimate evil. God looked at me, and He knew my mind. And he
chuckled a bit. "Think about it logically My son. The Lucifer
that you know is a fallen angel, cast out of heaven for
challenging Me. If I am the all powerful being, above all others,
how could he do this? How could I allow it?" "But, in the
bible...." I stammered. "The Bible is a wonderful book, as are
the Koran and the Torah and many others, but they are just books,
written by the hand of man, not written by Me. And, it's a bit
confusing as well if the truth be known, but that's not up to Me
to fix. These books are wonderful, but only as guidance, for each
man and woman must think for themselves." And, I believed He
was right in this.
"Now, come forth, we must journey a little more before you go
back" and He took my hand once again. As we followed the
pathway, we soared thru the stars, listening to the music of the
heavens, we became a little flower and a mighty oak, we became a
babbling brook, and a mighty ocean. We flitted from flower to
flower as a little honey bee, and ran across the plains as a
mighty stallion.
And, all too soon the pathway returned us to my home. God held my hand
a moment longer, and smiled into my face.
"My son, you prayed tonight for a true vision of Me. For vision,
you must only open your eyes and see what there is to see. Good night to
you". And then He was gone, and I was back in my bed. A dream I
thought, only a dream, that couldn't have been real. At that time,
a bolt of lightning lit up my room thru the window, and thunder
crashed thru the sky, and I thought I heard, from seemingly far away,
"Remember, the Lord works in mysterious ways My son".
