Times Up

It’s been awhile since my last entry and a lot has happened in the past two months. I think I promised what all this meant spiritually in my last blog so here goes. First, I want you to know that I’m one of those people who are always skeptical when I hear somebody say well God told me this or that. I guess I expect God to talk to me through a burning bush or some other outwardly magnificent sign that has no earthly explanation. But that did not happen in the hospital as far as I know. Maybe getting shocked 15 times though does qualify.

One night during the second week after I had time to start putting the pieces of my short term memory loss together, I started asking God why me. Why did you save me? What have I ever done to deserve being a recipient of not one, but many miracles? What do you want me to learn from this? God I’m all ears. I’m listening. You’ve got my attention. The next words in my brain came very clear and they were, “Time’s up!” “Art, your time was up, but I saved you. You’ve been putting things off that were supposed to be taken care of months ago. Times up for a lot of people, people who have been living with one foot in the world and one foot in the church. Times up for parents who haven’t told their kids what’s in their hearts. Spouses who go to bed every night and haven’t told their spouse something they should have weeks ago. Things are going to happen in this world that people without belief in Me will struggle to understand and comprehend. Time’s up!” But more importantly than the words was the distinct impression left on me as to the urgency of this message. I know I should have written about this much sooner.

A couple nights after this I had a dream, not a vision, of being in Jesus’ workshop. Yes it was a wood working shop and Jesus did look exactly like you’d expect him to. He was very busy working on a table saw or something and I was looking around the shop. It was lined with shelves from floor to ceiling and they were filled with “stuff” that I couldn’t remember. I asked Jesus whom all this “stuff” was for and he replied, “These are my gifts to Earth.” He then looked at me and without saying a word impressed upon me that he was very busy and it was time for me to go back. I walked out of his shop and woke up. I wish to this day I could tell you exactly what was on all those shelves and how large his shop appeared, but it is gone.

I found it all very interesting that God urgently wants us to live in the now and take care of business today and not tomorrow, or next week or next month. And that Jesus is busy making gifts for earth. Well, I hope he has a heart on one of those shelves with yours truly on it. I’ll explain more in my next entry. God Bless you all! Art