It all seemed so real, so poignant and powerful and real. I saw myself sitting on a wooden bench with Jesus, with all of Heaven’s glory laying right at my feet. The sky was painted with magnificent hues I didn’t recognize, and the angels were singing so beautifully that their voices, accompanied by bells and violins, brought me to tears. I lifted my eyes to meet Jesus and He said to me, “So my child, tell me about your life.”
I awoke from this dream feeling a whole range of emotions : first peace, love, and joy, and then suddenly anxiousness. What did my life’s journal look like from the perspective of Jesus? What would He think as He looked over the days and years that made up the ledger of my soul?
Had I done enough to serve Him? Was I faithful to His teachings about caring for the poor and tending to the needy? Did I extend my arms in forgiveness to those who had hurt me? What if He could look into my very depths and see the times I was hurtful, or prejudice, or walked a path I was not proud of?
I’ve not always made the best choices, and my faith has not always been courageous when it should have been. The life I have led thus far has not been perfect, not by my standards, and certainly not by His, and yet time is still on my side. I know in my heart, what is expected of me, if I want to call myself a disciple of Christ. Was this dream, if it really was a dream, my conscience nudging me on to do things differently? Could I commit myself to walking the path set out for me by my Savior?
It wasn’t too late, never too late, to start anew. When my earthly days draw to an end, I want to be able to return to my Father’s arms unashamed. When Jesus and I finally do sit together on that wooden bench in heaven, I want to know the answer to the question I pose to Him: “Lord, did I make you proud?”