LAST REVELATION OF GRACE
Reposted January 22, 2012
The following is a drama that the Lord give me to speak in our church. Our efforts here
are to put that story into a written form.
It was dark. I could not say for sure, what or where I was at, it seemed like I was in a box.
I knew I was no longer among the living. I was waiting for something to happen. I wanted to
believe that I would wake up back in the hospital room and go home to my normal life. But
every time my mind dwelled upon my past life, an unexplainable horrible feeling came upon me.
So, I tried not to think of anything. I just waited.
It seemed like the ground was moving or maybe it was me moving. I was heading toward a light
that was getting larger. I was trembling; something big was getting ready to happen. The
waiting was over. I suddenly realized I had not been in a dark box after all, for the light
was filling the sky. The light was coming from a white seat that was upon a platform in front
of a curtain. I began to realize where I was arriving. I was at the judgement of the GREAT
WHITE THRONE. There was one seat on the throne and there was a man sitting in that seat,
while many other people were standing around Him. I knew even before my eyes became adjusted
to the Light, who that man was. It was the Lord Jesus. Suddenly, I came to a rope that
separated me from the group around the throne. I wanted to move beyond the rope to join those
people but the ground had stopped moving and somebody was speaking with authority, "This is
your day at the Great White Throne." Trumpets blew. As their sound began to fade, a silence
filled the atmosphere.
As I began to comprehend the scene, I noticed the heavenly host was not looking at me; they were
looking to my left. I turned to see what had their attention. It was a large television screen.
On the screen was a video of a baby, crawling on the floor. It was so real. It seemed like, if
I could step beyond the rope, I could walk on the floor and pick up the baby. The atmosphere
was changing. The host of heavenly people were enjoying watching the child. The place no longer
felt like a place of judgment. For the first time since my death I felt relaxed. Then I realized
that baby was me. I was watching my whole life. Somehow I knew that time had no meaning here.
I watched the years pass day by day. It was interesting and fun, especially seeing my family
and friends again. I noticed some of the ones that were on the video, were also around the
throne. For a while, I was not sure which scene was reality.
Gradually, I started doing stupid childish things. I was worried; I studied Jesus' face.
Surprisingly, He was not paying any attention. He was talking to someone around him. As my
childhood days played out on the screen, I saw myself doing crazy foolish things. Yet, He
did not seem to notice. I was even more worried, until an angelic person that was close to
me whispered, "worry not my friend, you are not at the age of accountability." Then I was
older. I was asking different ones questions about the Bible. I watched myself agreeing
with my pastor as he preached during many of our church services. I began to feel better.
The scenes continued to change. I was growing up. I was speaking for the first time about
Christianity, the Bible, and the Message of the hour. The volume of my voice was getting
louder. No longer were the heavenly host fellowshipping among themselves they where all
watching me on the screen. Jesus looked to the angels and smiled as I spoke of things I
believed. The angels smiled back at Him. Jesus nodded His head and tapped His fingers in
agreement. But why was I speaking so loud and so forcibly?
There I was living it over again; a man had broken into our home and stolen some things
from us. I heard myself say, "All thieves should go to hell. That is what they deserve."
Then we came to a scene of me at our men's prayer meeting. I stood up and stated, "If you
have hatred in your heart for others, you will be lost." Again, when a so called friend had
flirted with my wife, I told others "Hell is waiting for people like that." Over and over my
voice rang out before the throne loud and clear. I studied the reaction of people around the
throne. Then I noticed, Jesus looking tensely toward the screen. I looked back to see, what
He was absorbing. Shockingly, I was doing things that I had condemned others for. I had
lied to my family and friends to look good. I had stolen from my boss for a bigger paycheck.
I had lust in my heart. Though I declared I believed every word the prophet spoke, I was not
living it all.
Suddenly, Jesus speaks for all to hear, "Let's stop the film and go back to view that scene
again. I want to see if he really means what he said." We watched the replay. Why is my voice
so loud and spiritless? Why are the thoughts of my mind so real? The host of heavenly was
comparing what I said with my thoughts and the life I had lived. Jesus raised one hand after
an awful sin I had done, and the film stops. He then turns to someone close by and said, "Did
he ever change his mind about what he had previously said about this sin? Did he ever say
he didn't understand the message?" The angelic person answered. "I don't see where he did."
The angel continued, "He did backslid once." Jesus asked, "But, did he change his beliefs?" Did
he ever say he didn't believe my messenger for his age. The angel dropping his head and answered
softly, "I can't find any place my Lord where he denounced his faith". Over and over the heavenly
host watched certain events of my life and compared them with things I had said. Then Jesus
looked directly at me and spoke to me with a voice full of sadness.
"If you had only been a denominational church member. If you had only said you didn't understand.
If you had only said It was not of God. Today would be so different." Slowly, Jesus stands up from the
throne and this time He leaned toward me and spoke softly. "You take your time and review
your life over. I will wait, if you have any questions just call for me."
For thousands of years I studied my life. The more I watched, the angrier I became with
myself. Every time I saw an event of my life that is in my favor, I remember Jesus had
already replayed and compared that scene. What a fool I had been. Every now and then I
turn back to look through a crack in the curtain to the scene behind the throne and saw
Jesus fellowshipping with His people, as He waits. What a wonderful man this man is.
What love! What grace! The more my love toward Him grows the heavier my shame becomes till
my head drops. As the ground begins to sink; an angel quickly steps toward me and speaks
"Do you want me to call Jesus?" "NO, NO, please don't," I cry as I fall, "please, just
let me go."
WHAT THINK YE OF CHRIST 1954
Then did God send a person to hell? No, you sent yourself. That's right. You went
on your own accord.
Eagle Christian Church ' P.O. Box 1510 LaVergne, TN 37086 USA
Pastor James Tidwell
Pastor James Tidwell