Sometimes I’ll see in my minds eyes what I refer to as “The falling man” on a cold moonlit night, a lone figure:
The Son of God...
Falling on his face almost unable to bear the crushing weight he was about to carry. The Rock of Ages planted in humiliating fashion.
I see the image again after I sin egregiously - a man falling on his face- amid the moonlit glow, struck down in the line of duty for that very sin I committed. I see him carrying that sin all the way to the cross. I see him pleading before the father not to punish me for that sin as he’s pointing to his side and nail scarred wrist “that one, I paid for it too My Father”.
I see a risen savior setting captives free in paradise, as comforting angels surround them...
All are echoing the same chorus: “he’s approaching, he’s coming soon, your sins are right now being atoned for, wait for it. “We are going to see The King”.
All are echoing the same chorus: “he’s approaching, he’s coming soon, your sins are right now being atoned for, wait for it. “We are going to see The King”.
A giant explosion rends the air...
The son of God himself, closely followed by the the ransomed thief on the cross ruptures the outer wall...
Cries of joy rend the air...
A loud voice splits the sky:
“follow me!”
Out the redeemed saints pour, led by their fearless leader Jesus Christ, the keys of death and hades anchored to his side...
Into the halls of heaven they pour...
Now arising from the Throne of the most High, in a welcome gesture toward his son who is now followed by myriads of angels and redeemed saints in tow is His Father “Well done my faithful Son, well done” What a greeting it was too as heavens gates swung open wide “Make way for the Kings Son! Is the cry, as angels jostle to get a better view of the scene unfolding...
Look! they cry in one accord: “The saints are coming home!”
He did it...
The Son of Man has completed his mission..
After our sad procession following his exit from the Highest and descent to earth to become a man, surely we thought we’d never see him again. All the straining into the mysteries of His Divine plan, no longer rendered necessary ...
All the constructs in heaven we’ve been making?
It makes sense now, those dwellings will now be filled...
There had been a sad day in Heaven once before, when Satan fell, and dragged with him a third of the stars of heaven, and when the Son of God launching from his great right hand the Omnipotent thunders, dashed the rebellious crew to the pit of perdition...
But if we could conceive a grief in heaven, that must have been a sadder day, when the Son of the Most High left his Father's realm, where he had lain from before all worlds. "Go!," says the Father, "and thy Father's blessing on your head!"
Then comes the unrobing. How do angels crowd around to see the Son of God take off his robes He laid aside his crown; he said, "My father, I am Lord over all, blessed for ever, but I will lay my crown aside, and be as mortal men are." He strips himself of his bright vest of glory; "Father," he says, "I will wear a robe of clay, just such as men wear." Then he takes off all those jewels wherewith he was glorified; he lays aside his starry mantles and robes of light, to dress himself in the simple garments of the peasant of Galilee. What a solemn disrobing that must have been!
And next, can you picture the dismissal!
The angels attend the Saviour through the streets, until they approach the doors: when an angel cries, "Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lifted up ye everlasting doors, and let the king of glory through!" Oh! methinks the angels must have wept when they lost the company of Jesus—when the Sun of Heaven bereaved them of all its light.
But they went after him. They descended with him; and when his spirit entered into flesh and he became a babe, he was attended by that mighty host of angels, who after they had been with him to Bethlehem's manger, and seen him safely, laid on his mother's breast, in their journey upwards appeared to the shepherds and told them that he was born king of the Jews. The Father sent him! Contemplate that subject. Let your soul get hold of it, and in every period of his life think that he suffered what the Father willed; that every step of his life was marked with the approval of the great I AM."
There had been a sad day in Heaven once before, when Satan fell, and dragged with him a third of the stars of heaven, and when the Son of God launching from his great right hand the Omnipotent thunders, dashed the rebellious crew to the pit of perdition...
But if we could conceive a grief in heaven, that must have been a sadder day, when the Son of the Most High left his Father's realm, where he had lain from before all worlds. "Go!," says the Father, "and thy Father's blessing on your head!"
Then comes the unrobing. How do angels crowd around to see the Son of God take off his robes He laid aside his crown; he said, "My father, I am Lord over all, blessed for ever, but I will lay my crown aside, and be as mortal men are." He strips himself of his bright vest of glory; "Father," he says, "I will wear a robe of clay, just such as men wear." Then he takes off all those jewels wherewith he was glorified; he lays aside his starry mantles and robes of light, to dress himself in the simple garments of the peasant of Galilee. What a solemn disrobing that must have been!
And next, can you picture the dismissal!
The angels attend the Saviour through the streets, until they approach the doors: when an angel cries, "Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lifted up ye everlasting doors, and let the king of glory through!" Oh! methinks the angels must have wept when they lost the company of Jesus—when the Sun of Heaven bereaved them of all its light.
But they went after him. They descended with him; and when his spirit entered into flesh and he became a babe, he was attended by that mighty host of angels, who after they had been with him to Bethlehem's manger, and seen him safely, laid on his mother's breast, in their journey upwards appeared to the shepherds and told them that he was born king of the Jews. The Father sent him! Contemplate that subject. Let your soul get hold of it, and in every period of his life think that he suffered what the Father willed; that every step of his life was marked with the approval of the great I AM."
Countless mythical allegories pointing to this great day, litter our literature these days:
“The ring bearer completing his mission...
Yet, only after covertly penetrating the heart of the dark lords kingdom..
In allegorical terms he was throwing the very mechanisms of hatred, greed and malice into the fires of destruction yet redeeming the prize...
Harry Potter only after the means of laying down his life finally defeats Voldemort. Yet again..A sacrificial redemptive element.
In Greek literature: Perseus, the half-God half man rescuing his captive bride andromeda (Christ’s church) from being consumed by the Kraken then returning with her and the beheaded Medusa in his hand. It all points to a bigger picture”
Back to the story at hand however: the damned in hell see them leave paradise which was adjacent to their position separated by an expanse...
Yet sadly, it only adds to their despair.
All hope of ever being redeemed or rescued is lost...
LOST! Forever!
Damned!!! Forever! Are the despairing wails that rend the hellborn sky..
Jesus would soon after his horrific death culminating in crucifixion be descending to Hades..
His proclamation however was not one of redemption....
Yet, a woeful one of judgement and eternal fire.
After his 3 days preaching in the belly of Hell Jesus returned to reclaim his earthly body and encourage his followers. “As Jonah was 3 days in the belly of the whale so will the son of man be the heart if the earth” it says (eg. in other translations): Hades. The ABUSO: the inhabitation of the dead..
Tombs were broke open on this great resurrection day...
And many saints were reunited with their bodies. They then walked among the city.
Yet... The earth was still dark at this hour....
A very catastrophic event was occuring within our whole timeline (BC/AD) gets shaken up...A great rendition is transpiring..
Possibly these saints were rewarded with their bodies before the forthcoming advancement of heralded multitudes...
Prophets possibly?
The rest is conjecture, but I’d assume the resurrection of our bodies along with our spirits will not transpire til later, thus it would be a divine precursor to forthcoming events and means of strengthening their earthborn families left to linger until they transpire here on earth.
The dead who were raised on this great day could have been a comforting show to their loved ones, revealing the marvelous truth - that they were indeed more alive and well than them on earth even.
This kindles my spirit with seraphic flames and gets me excited...
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