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Navigated on billowy silvery-white hued clouds, custom-cushioned just for him, Arnon orbited beyond spectrums of time and
space.
A surge of incorruptible innocence soared through his tranquil being, enveloping his spirit. Dazzling Bema light rays spiraled
in radiant colors, haloing a brilliant passageway as his weightless immortal figure ascended and effortlessly entered.
At its summit, immense sparkling-colored jewels covered a pathway encompassed by pure crystal fountains. As Arnon walked
on the brilliant stones, their dazzling rays elevated him, transporting him upward, extending and enfolding him into expansive
galaxies where a celestial chorus resounded with glorious harmony.
All was radiant light. No shadows appeared— No darkness entered. His comprehension was unhindered—his thinking
pure—his knowledge uncontaminated. No doubts. No questions.
Instinctively, he recognized his presence in the Haven of God. As he surveyed the magnificence of Paradise expressions of
grandeur flooded his soul. Its majesty resounded as he bathed in its sanctity, immured by its justice, embraced by its peace.
Wonderful! Glorious! Holy . . . Awesome . . . He moved effortlessly, beholding its splendor as he realized and enjoyed every
spiritual benefit.
Bathed in shimmering light, the living Savior suddenly appeared before him with outstretched, nail-scared hands. The glory
of His countenance was indescribable. Instinctively, Arnon knew His name. The Lamb, whose presence diffused the atmosphere
with life—the perfect, endless life he had provided by His ignominious, vicarious death on Calvary.
From The Lamb, Salvation’s never-ending environment emanated, eternally bestowing sinless life—perfect happiness,
pleasure, and fulfillment.
Jesus, The Lamb, looked at Arnon and smiled. Then with a delightful laugh, took his hand and led him down a velvet path
to the Tree of Life, surrounded by everlastingly satisfying crystal, silvery-blue streams of living water. Glistening fountains
spouted unendingly with glorious rainbow colors, converging in ceaseless non-repetitive kaleidoscopic designs. Unending harmony
everywhere— Musical strains never before imagined filled his incorruptible mind and heart.
Enthralled with its wonder and essence, Arnon realized every ideal—feasting on pure love in a fellowship of peace.
He enjoyed perfect, constant relationships with everyone. His insight was flawless. His enjoyment was continual in the
duties of Paradise where he would cherish his Creator forever. . . .
(continued)
© Joann J. Johnson 2001. All rights reserved.
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