As important as it is to know The Throne Room and the One who sits on the throne, God’s heaven, the Third Heaven, also has other advantages. As I mentioned before, I can enter the Second Heaven whenever I want, and if I want to fly around and visit places, that’s fine. I’ve never done that without an escort, and I don’t intend to until I am living in the Third Heaven; then my orientation will always be “home,” so it won’t matter if I get lost. Right now, my orientation is my body, and I always return there, but the desire to return to my body seems to be less and less, so I need an escort until my time on Earth is over.
When will my time be done? From what I read in the Bible, the time of my death is determined as much by me as it is by God. It says I will pass from life to death when I am satisfied. Well, I’m not satisfied. I have many books to write, and screenplays, and TV series, and so on. The Bible also says we can live for 120 years here before our lives are done. Besides, there are so many phony religions around whose goal is to eradicate Christianity, and if I can write something that draws people to the true, living God and His Son, Jesus Christ, then my children will not have to fight these ridiculous, religious wars. There’s much to be done for our Father, God Almighty. He will win every war, but He does it through us, so I want to do my part. For the time being, I content myself with visiting the Third Heaven, my future, permanent home.
My first desire was to see my mansion; my angel complied, and that’s where we headed. Some say we only get an apartment, or a room. Listen, heaven is so big we could all have 1000-acre ranches and still only occupy a very limited space. Since heaven is endless, it’s impossible to measure. The capital city is called The New Jerusalem, and when it is measured in the Bible, the size equals one half of the United States, and that’s just the capital city! I don’t know if there are other cities because my only interest is in being as close to the epicenter, the Throne Room, as possible. Happily, my angel escort stood me in front of my mansion, and it is in the city limits of The New Jerusalem. It’s hard to tell how far I am from The Throne Room because in heaven all one has to do to travel someplace is to think about it, desire it, and suddenly you’re there.
I think my mansion is in the Jazz section of the city because when the angel took me on a walk in my neighborhood, I saw many little corners like open air cafés where jazz was being played. The angel ushered me to one little corner and indicated I should go up to the musicians, which I did, and they handed me a saxophone. Never in my life have I played a saxophone, but I did that day, and we improvised and created music! The music left our instruments like strands of sound and went floating off into space. What we create never fades away!
Even as wonderful as my mansion and my neighborhood were, I sort of sniffed at the angel that I had also hoped to live on the beach by a vast ocean. He chuckled. “Of course, you have a summer home. Everyone does. Shall we go?”
Before I could finish nodding yes, we landed on the softest, coolest, whitest sandy beach I’ve ever seen. Dazed, I looked around. Directly behind me a little gate swung open into the back yard of my summer house, and the path led through a garden, across a deck, and directly into the house through the sliding glass doors. Of course, no one was there. It was mine! Waiting for me! Apparently, I also have a ski chalet, but I haven’t taken the time to visit that one. I’ll have it for eternity.
On one visit I attended a concert—similar to opera—in fact, I could not identify the style of what I observed, but the production absolutely captivated me. Everything about this theater event had been produced by humans, yet what I saw had never been on earth. We continue to create in heaven! The audience consisted of more angels than humans. Shaped like a globe, thousands could sit in extremely comfortable chairs with the sensation of being on the front row. There’s no gravity in heaven. We’re all there in spirit form until we receive our new bodies, and that won’t be until the thousand-year reign has been accomplished, and the New Jerusalem occupies earth.
Another time an angel took me on a tour of what would be called on earth the factory section of town. The angel showed me great warehouses filled with every body part anyone could ever need. There were plenty of angels lounging around and very little activity going on. I asked, “What are these parts for?”
The angel replied, “We know the enemy is going to attack people’s bodies, and from time to time, they will need new parts. These have been prepared for the people on the earth. As you can see, legions of angels are waiting to take the body parts to those who need them.”
I asked, “I know many people who need new parts, like new livers especially because our diet is so bad. It doesn’t look to me as if many parts are being taken to earth. Why are the angels just standing around?”
The angel looked at me like I was nuts. “You know very well that to receive anything from God you must ask for it, you must say you have it, and then you will receive it. Most humans only do the first part. They beg and beg, but they never affirm that yes, God has given them what they ask for. Everything God gives comes first in the unseen world, and then with faith it manifests into the seen world. It’s a person’s faith that activates the angels. Faith speaks what it believes, and angels have been instructed by God to do and provide whatever the human has to say.”
I looked at the angel, dumbfounded. Of course, what he said was true. However, I had never controlled my words to be only what I wanted to have happen; if the truth were told, I would have to say that I usually spoke out what I didn’t want to have happen. I spoke the negative instead of the positive, and the angels were unable to perform the good things God had in store for me. What a disaster we humans have created for ourselves; our negative, defeatist words formed our worlds! And now we’re stuck with it. But do we take responsibility for our world? Nooooo! Now we use negative words in order to blame others for the condition of our world.
On another occasion, when I strolled with an angel down the main boulevard, a true, city street paved with gold as if it were heaven’s tarmac, the place was empty. I asked, “Where is everybody?”
The angel responded, “They’re all out on the balcony looking over at the earth.”
I asked why. He answered, “They’ve never seen a world-wide revival before, nor have they heard of one, so they are there to see what’s happening on the earth.”
“Why there’s nothing going on at home,” I replied. “It’s just the same old stuff, murders, thefts, a bunch of evil, that’s all. No prayer in the schools or at the workplace. No religious displays out in public. It’s business as usual.”
“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong,” the angel said. “They’re looking at what is just about to come.”
Writing has been in my blood, so to speak, but when I surren-dered my life to Jesus Christ and He told me to write, all my trepidations rolled away and I began in earnest! After all, if God Almighty says it was His idea that I be a writer, who am I to stand in His way? My hope is that you not only like what I write, but that your life is moved by it, and that your party to Jesus and with Jesus turns your life into days of Heaven on Earth.