A Heavenly Journey

This is a fictional story. I was thinking of it while working in my second book “Sara-A Princess in the making.

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A Heavenly Journey

Sometimes you have to go to heaven to get challenges resolved. Over the years I had visited areas where I knew events and circumstances could be made right that were seemingly impossible. Going into the courts of heaven is Biblical and it made sense when you realized going to an earthly court system you are at the mercy at a judge who had no idea what I did think or say and only hope they would be in my favor.

Zechariah 3

Next the Messenger-Angel showed me the high priest Joshua. He was standing before God’s Angel where the Accuser showed up to accuse him. Then God said to the Accuser, “I, God, rebuke you, Accuser! I rebuke you and choose Jerusalem. Surprise! Everything is going up in flames, but I reach in and pull out Jerusalem!”
Joshua, standing before the angel, was dressed in dirty clothes. The angel spoke to his attendants, “Get him out of those filthy clothes,” and then said to Joshua, “Look, I’ve stripped you of your sin and dressed you up in clean clothes.”
I spoke up and said, “How about a clean new turban for his head also?” And they did it—put a clean new turban on his head. Then they finished dressing him, with God’s Angel looking on.
God’s Angel then charged Joshua, “Orders from God-of-the-Angel-Armies: ‘If you live the way I tell you and remain obedient in my service, then you’ll make the decisions around here and oversee my affairs. And all my attendants standing here will be at your service. “‘Careful, High Priest Joshua—both you and your friends sitting here with you, for your friends are in on this, too! Here’s what I’m doing next: I’m introducing my servant Branch. And note this: This stone that I’m placing before Joshua, a single stone with seven eyes’—Decree of God-of-the-Angel-Armies—’I’ll engrave with these words: “I’ll strip this land of its filthy sin, all at once, in a single day.” “‘At that time, everyone will get along with one another, with friendly visits across the fence, friendly visits on one another’s porches.'”

This was my guideline to match up to another verse:
1st Corinthians 6:1

And how dare you take each other to court! When you think you have been wronged, does it make any sense to go before a court that knows nothing of God’s ways instead of a family of Christians?

So I decided to ask my father to go with me.
It was an interesting journey. I wasn’t expecting anything different.
When we arrived, we were sitting outside the courtroom. Normally when I arrive I open the door and we are in the courtroom. This time it looked like a courthouse. That should have been my first clue. When we went inside the courtroom, Dad walked in confidently. He was a little apprehensive in the hall but here he was fine. We went and sat up in the front.
I am usually shy when doing anything infront of my parents and this was an exception. I introduced my dad to the court and saw his adversary. When his adversary started spouting off things about my dad, I knew of a few as a child and whispered to my dad to say he was guilty.  Otherwise he would be in contempt. Dad agreed.

The angel showed him his book. And then Dad was handed several scrolls. A verdict was rendered on the adversary and he was not to come near my dad again.
We left and as we walked on the soft fluffy surface to the Court of scribes. The substance felt like snow and yet not cold. On earth if we were in something like this dad and I wouldn’t be wearing Khakis and short sleeve polo shirts.
The building was a large building. when I visited here the first few times  I wasn’t sure what a scribes position was.  The workers were very understanding about it and never made me feel awkward. I later found out that they record the orders of the court.
The door was heavy to open. And it opened out.  As we walked in, I introduced John who was at the front counter. I handed him the scrolls from the court and he gave them to another person who handed them out to others that were at desks throughout the room.  Dad asked me to wait outside as he wanted to talk to the scribes. I looked at John and he nodded that it was okay. So I went outside and sat on the bench to wait for dad. The door was easier to open by pushing then pulling.
I looked around where I was. This area was actually in a small section of a village. I hadn’t noticed the houses that were behind the courthouse and the court of scribes. This seemed to be in the center of the village. I looked over at the chancellor’s office which was also her home. She wasn’t like any Chancellor I had ever heard of, but more of her later.
Dad took a long time with the scribes. When he came out he was smiling. “Where to now?”
“The chancellor. She seals the scrolls and then we take them to the court of Angels and send Angels out to correct those situations. What took you so long?”
“I enjoyed talking with them in there. Nice guys.”
When we got to the chancellor home, her door was open as always and we knocked before walking in.
“Good afternoon!” The chancellor replied. “Come in and have some tea.” We walked in and Dad sat next to the Chancellor. She offered us each a cup of tea and we accepted.

Dad was drinking his tea and talking with her as if they were old friends. I was facing my dad and the Chancellor when I saw someone standing at the window. It was my mother. She resides in Heaven now.
My last image of her was when she was in her coffin. Her hair was covered with a wig as her hair was so thin, and she wore a light green dress that at the time was out of character for her. But the woman at the window wore a short yellow dress and had a stroller made for four babies next to her. I knew those were my older brothers and sisters that she had miscarried.

I wanted to run and hug her, but the chancellor shook her head slightly.. How she knew what was behind her I didn’t know. I continued to watch my mother as she stood at the window, staring at my dad, and Joshua was standing behind her.

He placed His hand on her thin shoulder. She turned and fell in His arms, her head buried in His chest.
This confused me as I had thought we could visit our family that resided in heaven as I had visited my grand-mother a year ago in her home in heaven.
It was as if someone knew my thoughts as they answered them in an audial voice. “This would confuse him as he’s married on earth.”
My mother left with Joshua and the babies returning to the village.
The chancellor finished sealing the scrolls. We finished our tea and thanked her and left. Something struck me when I left the chancellor’s house. My father had been here before.
It all made sense. The hallway was because it was what he had experienced when he came. He already knew the scribes. And he’d met the chancellor.
Knowing this you would have thought I would bait him, but I didn’t.
We walked over to the Court of Angels. This was a courtyard and there was a breezeway further away. As if we had stepped in the right spot, and the courtyard was filled with Angels.
I gave dad the scrolls. He looked up at them with tears in his eyes. “It’s time fellas”. He said. “Let’s get this done.”
As the Angels came up to him they each took a scroll from his hand. When he was done, the Angels said goodbye and we turned to walk away.
Dad and I sat down on the bench where I sat earlier. My dad is a man of few words when it comes to emotions but he did say thank you for bringing him here.

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