THE DAY HEAVEN CAME DOWN

by CHARLES ROBEY
(MOODY AL USA)

PROLOGUE

Many international events, of epic proportion, have played out over the course of history. Too many to attempt to list, I’m sure. Historic occasions as the conclusion of WWII, man walking on the moon, the invention of the internet. And, oh yes, that all-important event for us couch potatoes, the TV remote.

One such divinely directed main event of epic portion on the world scene was the nation of Israel becoming a state in 1948, As the Jewish leader, Ben-Gurion, so aptly put it.

“This right is the natural right of the Jewish people to be masters of their own fate, like all other nations, in their own sovereign state.

Accordingly, we…. are here assembled… and by virtue of our natural and historic right and on the strength of the resolution of the United Nations General Assembly, hereby declare the establishment of a Jewish State in Eretz-Israel, to be known as the State of Israel.”.

Of course, the true story of Israel actually began with the ‘Abrahamic Covenant”, when our almighty all-powerful, all-knowing living creator made this covenant with Abraham in (Genesis 12:1-3).

Now we move on throughout the eons of history, to another epic more recent international event entitled, “The Abraham Accords” The Abraham Accords was a joint statement between State of Israel, the United Arab Emirates, and the United States of America, dated August 13, 2020. An agreement which was in the words of one news representative, “The day heaven came down.”

An internet excerpt stated the following, “it is pleasure to be writing about something positive that is happening in the world for a change. And the Abraham Accords is certainly a very positive development.”

Also, according to the internet, “In short, the Abraham Accords indeed was of great and positive importance. Very good news in a world with a shortage of such news.”

So. on with our story. Thus, I trust you will enjoy this bit of faith-based fiction entitled “The Day Heaven Came Down.” Can you glean a bit of its musing within this fiction-based dream world parable, that of an earthly story with a heavenly meaning?

“The rich rule over the poor, and the borrower is slave to the lender. Pay attention and turn your ear to the sayings of the wise; apply your heart to what I teach, for it is pleasing when you keep them in your heart and have all of them ready on your lips. So that your trust may be in the Lord, I teach you today, even you.” (Proverbs 22: 7,17-19)

“Why go to sleep”, I ask myself. “It seems as of lately all I do is dream away. Why can’t the portals of glory speak to me for once, while I’m awake. Me of all people, a well-known established professor of “religious reasoning, would surely understand.”

Thus. there I was, quietly relaxing in my man cave, enjoying my favorite religious history book, in preparation for next week’s lesson plan, over a glass of warm milk-soaked with Mom’s homemade cookies. I must have dozed off. The book print began to fade out, with the fading out of my man cave, progressing into another of my dream world adventures.

I suddenly found myself lost in the wilderness. Finding a large rock, I decided to just rest a bit before moving on. Staring at my watch, what seemed as an eternity had been only a few minutes. Suddenly there he was, sitting by me. How long had he been here? Who was he? What did he want?

He seemed to be straight out of the Bible. All decked out as in biblical proportions, wearing a camel's hair garment with a leather girdle about his loins, similar to the prophet Elijah in the Old Testament.

Laying down his camel hair back pact, he began to speak.” You seem to be somewhat tired, my good man. Don’t you worry, it will all be alright. His divine purpose will be held, quoting (Daniel 2:21),

Taking me by the hand, we silently move on. Up and away, as if we were flying. We were in fact off to places unknown, I suspected. The purpose, being unknown to me. Seeing my frustration, he spoke again,

“My child we will soon be there. It will be a ceremony of historic proportions, an event worth noting. It will surely be a normalizing event for today’s heckled world.

As in a blink of an eye, we were there. flying across what appeared to be a rather large river and into the middle of a bustling metropolitan city. Looking around, my first thought was, I know this place, this is a familiar governmental tourist attraction. Our college has made many civics field trips here.

There were all the expected tourist attractions; the domed capitol, the large statue in front of the court building, the stately monument reaching upwards, the mall surrounding its reflecting pool. And oh yes, the stately large, pillared mansion behind the guarded fence.

And, judging from the landscape backdrop, this dream must have taken place in past history. Why this dream’s histrionic recall, and the recall of the purpose of it all, was mystifying to me, even in a dream.

People were all around. Tourists of all kinds, ages, and descriptions, typical tourists carrying the usual brochures and cameras. They milled around as if being carried away by the many historic attractions.

Occasionally, there were a few small groups of sign-carrying political activists marching here and there, peacefully transmitting their beliefs by way of graphic posters. Mixed in with the tourists were many governmental dignitaries. Whatever the reason, the government must have been in an official session

“We must move on, my child, time for the historic event to commence.” That we did, finding ourselves beyond the big fence and on the front lawn of the stately mansion.

It was a rather large gathering. People of all walks of life, all sitting patiently on the lawn in front of the big stage and podium. It just had to be a historic ceremonial event of some patriotic proportion. A rather large military band was playing background patriotic music to the tune of a number of background flags gently blowing in the breeze.

Oh, I get it, you must be a prophet of old”, You had it all figured out, didn’t you? speaking above the noise of the crowd. Quickly, the dignitaries began to arrive, all taking a seat, in accord with their nameplates.

Within this gathering of dignitaries, one man seemed to stand out among the rest. He just had to be the leader of the group, a gentleman of obvious distinction and of celebrated honor within his country. One seemingly all too familiar within these surroundings.

He was a rather tall and respected dignitary of neatly combed blond hair, dressed in a neatly pressed blue business suit, white starched shirt, red power tie, and wearing a patriotic flag pin.

As this leader approached the podium, there was complete polite respective silence of the sitting crowd. Pulling a New Testament from his jacket he opened his speech by reading an all-familiar scripture verse.

“Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD, the people He has chosen as His inheritance! (Psalm 33:12)

This introduction was instantly followed by a barrage of spontaneous implosive impromptu spur-of-the-moment chants of “USA”, “USA” “USA”.

Raising his hand requiring the participants' attention, he began to speak. His every word seemed to meet the approval of the gathering. It was a speech of historic proportions, I even heard an Amen or two. Also, from the obvious reaction, his words seemed to ring an instant accord among the many nations represented.

So. what was the occasion? What was his speech all about? Did it garner up support? And why the delayed dream reaction?

Sad to say, as usual, I happened to miss the grand finally waking so quickly from it all. What a mistake that was? Oh well, I can just internet its results. I’m sure.

As instantly, as I first left, I was back home, just sitting there in my trusted man cave recliner, as if I never left. As if time had stood still for a fleeting moment. Oh well, I can’t let a good treat of warm milk and cookies go to waste. End of a good fiction episode.

Maybe, if I’m so lucky, I can remaster this one exciting yesteryear experience in a near-future dream, for prosperity. Won’t you please stand by with me.

EPILOGUE

I trust you enjoyed this bit of fiction musing. Dreams can surely be strange bedfellows at times. We all have them. Some we vividly remember; some are long forgotten. And yet, of course, many are never recalled.

How did the message of it all come across? The more it happens, the more I don’t understand about dreams. Why do so many dreams end unfinished, before the end result of the dream is revealed or known? This happens to me so often. And a search of the internet doesn’t give much relief.

Leaving one’s dream world unfinished does leave much room for a final interpretation and room for speculation, be it good or bad, depending on the variation of one’s mindset. I guess then, the bottom line here would be to fill in the blanks.

So, how do you dream about today’s culture? Are you blind to its effect on our civilization? Do you feel resistance may be hopeless? Or do you roll up your sleeves and go to battle?

Most importantly, if you do have such evocative dreams that stir your thinking cap, how do they leave you when you awaken? What is the impact on your future?

Bye for now. Until my next dream, may you also have sweet dreams. Please stay tuned for the next edition.

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