children and grandchildren will prosper, and they all will be loved and cherished by the Lord as His children.”
“So do not fear,” comes a new, but also familiar voice behind Timothy. He turns and there before him stands the glorified Jesus.
“Welcome home, Timothy.” He says and then embraces the man as he begins to cry for joy.
“Thank you, Jesus.”
THE BEGINNING
Epilogue
A tall, grayish, red-haired man walks down a well-worn path through the tropical like forest about him. He looks at the multicolored orchids as they bloom in the shadowed light under the trees.
As he walks a short distance farther, he finds himself out from beneath the forest canopy. Before him and to his left, he sees a large herd of Pronghorn grazing on the fertile land. The man, dressed in a long white robe, bends down and pulls up some of the grass as one of the white-and- black-faced animal’s looks toward him. The creature quickly walks up to him as it takes the thin green leaves from his open hand. He strokes the antelope between its two short black horns.
Unexpectedly, he feels warm moist air against the back of his neck. He turns to look for the source of the repeated bursts of hot air against his back. As he does this, he comes face to face with a large leathery face, with its fat flat nose above the wide closed mouth. He looks at the creature’s large brown eyes and then follows the long curving neck to the massive body that towers above him.
“Well, how did I miss you?” the man asks the creature as it twists its neck until its head is upside down.
“Oh, jealous, uh!? He says as his hazel eyes look at the creature’s sinewy neck and knows that the brontosaur wants to be pet as well. He looks to the small animal he had just fed and sees that it has moved a short distance away. So he turns his attention to the huge creature and begins to scratch and pat the underside of the behemoth’s neck.
“Tim!” comes the voice of a woman from down the path he had just come down a few minutes earlier. “Timothy!” comes the voice again, and Tim turns to see the familiar waving silvery brown hair around the soft rounded face of his wife.
“Morning Christa!” he says cheerfully as she walks up to him and begins to pet the huge creature, which causes a deep rumbling to come from it.
“I knew I would find you here when I saw the Pronghorn from home.”
“You have always known me.”
“I’ve had a long time to practice,” she says as his mind drifts back through time, remembering the day they were reunited.
He recalls the horn blast, and how Jesus looked upon him and all the others about him.
“Here are your bodies, as immortal as your spirits.” Tim remembers the words of Jesus as he looked upon his body coming toward him. He looked in awe as the skeleton appeared in the distance. Stunned, he watched organs, blood vessels, and then muscles form upon the base. Finally, as the empty shell was a short distance from him, he looked at his face again. In the next moment he again looked upon the Lord, and his form was once again a trinity of body, soul, and spirit. As he felt himself breathing once again.
Then he heard the trumpet blast again, and suddenly beside him Christa appeared. As he looked upon her, he remembers placing his hand upon her cheek as she rested that side of her head against his palm.
“I missed you,” they both said in unison and laughed as they embraced.
“Tim?” comes her voice, and he once again returns to the present.
“Yes, darling?”
“What were you thinking about?”
“Oh, just the Rapture. You know I love you very much?”
“I know,” she says as she hugs him.
“Come on; let’s go home,” Christa requests as she takes his hand. They turn and walk back down the path. As they walk, Tim plucks one of the orchids, and hands it to his wife. She takes it and smells the flower as they again begin to walk.
A few minutes pass as they emerge from the opposite side of the forest. Tim glances up to see the huge cubic city they call “home” before him. He looks as it rises into the gray mist of the sky above him, its top totally hidden from few.
“You know, Christa, I dreamed about seeing New Jerusalem like this once.”
“Really, when was that?”
“It was....... uh. You know, I can’t remember, but I think it was a long time ago.”
“Well… Let’s go home.” Christa says as she takes her husband’s hand and in a blink there vanish from the spot where they were just standing in.
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