RIGHT ON TIME

chapter 30

That a beautiful place. 

That place that was known for its beauty and splendor. That place that defiled all mortal description.

A place filled with joyous laughter, indescribable beauty and spunky colors. 

This holy celestial body was known for its numerous names like Paradise, The Third Heaven, The Kingdom of God, a place of rest for the Saints of God, etc. 

That was where a caring father was as he stared down into the earth, watching how his son's life was playing out in the cosmos.

On earth, it was a Sunday morning and the saints were worshiping.  

But that was not the case for this man's son, who before the hour of his and his wife's death, had been brought up to know the Lord. 

The spirit of the deceased Nigerian police sergeant was watching his only son and only child utterly turning away from his first love and going after worldly lust and unrequited vengeance. 

"What are you doing?" he asked worriedly even though his son could not hear him, much less give him an answer.

His son, Savior, was visiting with some of his friends who were drinking and having vain conversations. He could hear how they made plans about some party, girls and clubbing later in the day. 

The spirit of his mother joined the police sergeant and she also watched her son.

It broke their hearts to see their son deviating from what they taught him. 

Before they went home to be with their maker, the spiritual life of their son had always bothered them. 

As a child, Savior had loved the Lord and was dedicated to him.

He always came first in the children's bible class. His parents were so happy for him. They loved him and encouraged him to go deeper in his faith.

His parents knew that he was a great child and they believed in him. 

But as the years went by, his parents watched, in horror, as Savior's love and devotion to God waxed cold and eventually fizzled out. Not long after their deaths, which was the last straw that broke the camel's back, he turned into an agnostic.

While they were alive, he still went with his parents to church, but it was no more out of devotion and love for God. After the unexpected death of his parents, he completely stopped.

He had only been going to church to please them; there was no need for him to continue after they left him.

With their spiritual eyes still on him, they could see what his physical eyes could not see. He was spiritually blind.

They could see the constant battle between demons and the warrior angels of God for his soul. 

The prayers they’d prayed for his salvation before their deaths were working in his life. This was why the warrior angels were fighting, and this was why heaven had not given up on him yet.

Both parents wished that they could go and shake him hard, and remind him of God's unconditional love, but they knew that their prayers were doing more than anything they could physically do.

Still, they wanted to start seeing the results. Both parents badly wanted their son to join them here for eternity when his days on earth were over.

They both felt a gentle tap on their shoulders. Without having to turn around, they already knew who it was. No one else had that kind of gentle, worry-diffusing touch.  

Still, they simultaneously spun around and beheld the smiling face of Jesus Christ.

There he was, standing in all his glory and splendor.