There was a time when hate existed not even in the deepest pit of the soul. Yes there was an age where peace was the only equivalent to joy, and violence dared not tread to the pure soils of the land. And I remember I sat upon my old chair overlooking the calm white waters of the Moon, still young in its infancy, and every new dawn on the planet which had yet to be named I’d write stories and send them to the inhabitants in the form of dreams. And every night before they slipped under their silken covers, they’d lift their voices into the star-filled sky and give thanks saying, “You in the sky so grateful and wise, we give thanks for your efforts to brighten our eyes!” My dream was to keep them happy for eternity. But dark things began to unravel before my eyes. The inhabitants began to get uncomfortable with each other. They began to curse their brothers name, and spread hostility like the gentle western winds. As time progressed, the dreams I sent to earth were blackened by malicious intent, and became nightmares of death and decay. The beautiful cities of gold and ivory, containing the pride of a hundred worlds and roads laid with rubies and glorious temples of scarlet and diamonds were now bastions of sacrilege and wastelands of smoke and ash. The many walls of jasper, which protected them from the heat and sand of the desert were now used as protections from weapons of fire and stone driven by a thirst for evil. The inhabitants began to curse me whom they had not seen nor touched, but their enmity would not allow them to see past the darkness, and they’d scream from the shadows “You in the sky so foolish and dry, you sent us your lies now we wish you to die!” So, I departed from my seat, and the cool waters of the moon which glittered like sapphire from the heavens dried up. I left them to tear themselves apart, with great sorrow. If I did find another world, would the same not happen to them as it happened on this planet? Never did I want to feel such sorrow again, so I drifted away into the eternity of space to be lost and forgotten till the fabric of time was rewoven.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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