So the “minister” was not right after all.  The Rapture didn’t happen and I’m still here.  Dang it!

I had hoped to be walking on the streets of gold this morning – imagine how much they would cost today if God was building them. 

I would be living in paradise in a mansion.  The mansion would have many rooms.  The grounds around it would be filled with lush greenery, flowers, birds chirping and wind chimes tinkling in an ever present soft wind.

My crown would be sitting on the dresser made of the same wood that was used to hang Christ on a tree.  The jewels in the crown would be different than my neighbors yet all of ours would be perfect.

From one side of my mansion I would be able to see the ocean as the sun rises; another would have mountains with snow caps glistening from the sun; the other would be forests filled with trees and flowers flowing among them; and the fourth window would give me a view of the city square where God’s throne was sitting and people were swarming all around it. 

I would not need a car or high-priced gasoline to get me to the city square.  I would just think it and I would be there. 

There would always be room enough for everyone at the foot of His throne.  No one had to stretch to see him and all of us loved each other and most especially Him.  There was no hatred, no worries, no hurt, and no resentment in any of us because the light shining forth from Him extinguished all negativity.

Those of us who could not sing would magically be able to and the sounds coming from deep within us was music never heard before on earth.

I would see my father in the crowd and he would be young looking again as he smiled at me and welcomed me to heaven.  My grandmother was next to him and she, too, was young and beautiful and all the pressures of raising three children alone in the Depression were gone.  My first baby who left before she was born would recognize me and put her small hand in mine.  Molly and Mindy, our precious dogs who we loved as family members, would be right there with us with clear eyes and a youthful wag of their tail again.

My family members who are here today would have joined me too.  My grandchildren would be so happy to be back in heaven again so soon. 

Angel servants would be preparing to feed us.  The tables would be laden with fruits, vegetables, nuts, breads and fish caught in the nets of the famous fishermen of men.

The day would go on and on and love would be in the air.  Neither tears, nor pain would ever be a part of our eternal life.

But alas, we’re still here.  I knew we would be because God told us no man would know when He would return to take us to heaven.  God was proven right once again.

So what now?  Back to the grindstone; back to the hurt; back to the ridicule; and back to the worries? 

Wouldn’t it be great if we could learn to live as if we were in heaven?  Some things such as mansions, crowns, tables prepared with food, and moving from one place to another without transportation may be impossible.

But what is possible is to stand together and hold hands as we sing the music of freedom.  Heaven is where freedom reigns forever and it cannot be taken from it. The son of God died on a cross to ensure that would not happen.  He came to earth to show us we can have it here, too, if we are willing to do something about it. 

His 3 year plan to free man from bondage was this:

• Strategize with higher ups (He chose his father God) to develop the mission
• Map out your plan and follow it through to the end – no matter how hard it might get – even if they crucify you
• Build a team of people who will follow you and continue the mission after you are gone
• Get your message out by educating your team and speaking truth to the masses
• Love your team, serve those who love the message and call out those who want to ridicule it
• Be strong, courageous, wise and resourceful
• Do not worry about where your next meal will come from or how you will pay for things – God will make sure all that is taken care of if you believe He will
• Continue to build followers by sending out your team members far and wide to spread the message
• Pray without ceasing – even when you are too tired to do so or don’t know what to pray about

So yes I am still here and so are the good guys and the bad guys.  We have work to do and we will follow the plan set forth by the One who set us free.

The freedom of American citizens given them by the Constitution and Declaration of Independence is under attack.  Socialism – a bondage government – is here.  It must be fought with the diligence of all citizens and the message of what's happening must go forth.

America was as close to heaven as you could get on earth.  Don’t let it go.  If you do, we don’t have any where to go and it’s not time to go to heaven yet. 

Don’t let it go.