A Writer in Heaven
I wrote this a couple of years ago and found it in my memories. I thought I'd share it.
A Writer in Heaven
As I was dozing off in the wee hours of the morning after a long night spent writing, I had this vision pop into my head because I was thinking about how characters often misbehave, and sometimes a character you didn’t know existed in the back of your head makes an appearance.
The days on Earth have ended and everyone is in the presence of the Most High God. The throngs have spent several hundred years worshiping Yahweh. I love singing and praising God, it’s a few of my favorite things. As we sing, my heart feels as if it might explode with joy and happiness, but finally, we take a break, and people are finding loved ones and chatting with them or going to see their rooms in God’s house that He has built for them. I slowly make my way to the throne. God looks down and smiles. I love it when God smiles at me. I want to ask a question, but I don’t want to bother God.
“You won’t bother me. Please ask your question.” God pats the spot next to his feet for me to come and sit. I slowly and timidly make my way to the spot and sit down. I sigh in contentment as I sit near God and hear Him softly chuckle. Jesus is sitting by Him as well and the two people God has already promised would sit on either side of Him.
“God, You made me a writer among many things.”
“I know. I enjoyed watching you write stories for me.”
“I loved writing stories to show people You.”
“But that is not a question.”
“Right. So you know how sometimes I would be writing, and a character I hadn’t even thought of came onto the scene?”
God pauses, He knows where I am going with my question, I’m certain of it. He is God after all and He does know everything.
“God, did you ever have a character just show up as You wrote Your story for us to read?”
“No, but I often had characters who didn’t behave because they were human.”
“I’m sorry about that God.”
“Not just you, others too.”
“Like Samson, Gideon, Moses, Abraham and others?” God smiles down at me and I find myself smiling so wide that I feel like my face could split in too with joy and I wouldn’t care.
“You have studied my story well. Did you like it?”
“Yes, but.”
“But?”
“I always hate the part where Jesus has to die. Not because He died for me, but that He had to go through the pain for me.” Jesus comes over and sits beside me.
“But I gladly did it, because I love you.”
“I know.” I wipe the tears from my eyes. I hate seeing the scars on his hands and feet. I’m sure if I ask Jesus would show me his back and side too, but the thorn imprints on his head stand out and make me wish He didn’t have to suffer for any of us. God reaches down and softly strokes my head.
“No more tears Child. It is over and we get to spend eternity together.” I burst into tears but these tears are tears of joy. “I” sniff, “know,” sniff, “I’m so happy.” I start sobbing tears of joy. My heart is so full to the point of overflowing. Jesus chuckles and hands me a hanky so I can dry my eyes.
“God?”
“Yes?”
“Thank You.”
“For what?”
“For letting me be a character in the story of You.”
"My pleasure."
I lean my head against God’s leg and my eyes get heavy because I’m tired. Praise, worship, and tear are exhausting for me as a human being. God gently strokes my hair and I drop off into sleep. God gently covers me with his cloak like a parent covers their child. As I fall into a deep sleep, all I can think of is how amazing it is to be in God’s presence. I finally wake up a few hundred years later and realize I’m in my room in God’s house and I’m ready to worship and praise some more.
