Undiscovered Horizons

Through His eyes, I saw a drab hospital room. A young woman barely out of her teens was in the bed, and in spite of her girlish features, I recognized her as my mother. In her arms, she cradled a baby, and judging from her age I knew that baby was me. On a plain metal chair next to the bed sat my father, just a boy of twenty-two, with an excited twinkle in his eye. I suddenly became aware that I was no longer looking through the eyes of Christ; for the moment, I was no longer one with Him. The door through which He had initially entered the room was now open and Christ beckoned me to follow Him through it. Powerful rays of brilliant white light overwhelmed the doorway and spilled through it like an avalanche of unrestrained snow. Christ disappeared into it and I felt compelled to follow. I was in another room, but was it really a room? It was enormous, so massive that I could not see any of the walls or the ceiling. I could see the floor – or what I thought was the floor – and it frightened me at first. It looked like a glassy, golden pond and I was afraid to walk on it. My fear subsided when I looked down and saw my face reflected in it, alongside that of Christ. The room was filled with the same dazzling light as the room in which I had first awakened, except that the radiance in this room blazed with intensity and warmth unlike anything I had ever felt or experienced before. As the light wrapped me in a comforting blanket of unconditional love, I was overcome by awe and reverence and worship. Three-dimensional color streamed into the room from every direction, like a gentle tsunami, and swirled in a tornado-like cloud in the center of the room as it intertwined with the radiant light. Every color of the rainbow was there, as were many colors I was seeing for the first time. I felt a rush of wind on my face as the cloud whirled in front of me. The same beautiful music I had heard in the first room was present here as well – a chorus of voices perfectly knitted together as if finely-tuned instruments in a supernatural symphony – though it was louder now and seemed to float into the room from above. The music was a perfect complement to the thunder that reverberated within the cloud as it encircled something that I could not yet see. I don’t remember how the room was decorated or furnished because my immediate attention was drawn to the spiraling cloud of three-dimensional color and dazzling white light, shrouding what appeared to be a throne of enormous proportions. It stretched upward and was so large that it was beyond my field of vision. Near the point where the throne met the floor I squinted through the intense white light and noticed what looked to me to be the outline of a portion of an enormous foot. An angelic presence ringed the cloud, although I could not see the angels themselves. All at once the feelings of awe and reverence and worship and love that I was experiencing ramped up to an even higher level and I was overcome with emotion more intense than anything I have ever felt during my lifetime. I realized, as I looked into the whirling rainbow as it collided with the dazzling golden white light, that I was in the presence of the Glory of God. I was in complete and total awe and fell down in worship. My emotions were raw, a mixture of wonder, fear and sheer exhilaration. Even though I have believed in the existence of God ever since I was old enough to know who He was, I honestly never thought that I would ever be in His presence or experience His Glory, at least until I died. And then, suddenly, it came to me. Since awakening in Heaven, I hadn’t once thought about death. Now, for the first time, I contemplated the possibility that I had died. It seemed strange to me that I couldn’t remember how, when, or where I died. Going to bed after returning home from the Angels-Yankees game was all I could remember. I soon learned that I had not died, at least not in the permanent sense of the word. God had brought me here to reveal my Personal Destiny through a review of my life. Apparently, He had been trying to get my attention for years and I had always managed to be pre-occupied with the more mundane things of Life. All at once, those nagging thoughts I’d had about Destiny for the past six years began to make sense. I wasn’t here to see Him or to hear His voice, but I was here to be shown the earthbound purpose for which He had breathed life into me, and to learn to show others how to discover their own unique divine mission. He communicated with me the way He always has since I was a child. There was no booming voice, no holographic image projected in front of me, no “man behind the curtain” controlling it all. He spoke to me telepathically, in a still small voice that only I could hear. I wondered why I was so important to Him . . . why I would be brought to Heaven when there are so many more important people on earth who must certainly have missions more vital than anything I would be asked to do. He was quick to answer. Christ had shown me my own birth, and had brought me to the very foot of the Throne of God because it was important for me to understand that I already had a God-given earthbound Personal Destiny on the very day I was born. You did as well.