He lay on the cold, concrete floor on what was simply a small mat. He was brutally and savagely beaten. He bled and his body ached and he knew his time alive would be short. Others there simply walked by as if they could not even see him. He remembers the pain and the blood that was running from him. He looked at the light and closed his eyes. He knew it was the end.
He remembers hearing their voices and feeling their touches. They were patting him on the back and embracing his neck. He heard them say, “He’s here! Welcome!” Their voices he remembered and recognized. They sounded so happy. He turned around to see who they were. He saw no one.
A great light and cloud shown around him yet in the cloud there was no form. Within the cloud there appeared a great hand, reaching towards him. He tried to grasp the hand but could not. It was then he heard the voice. The voice of the One who was in the cloud. He said, “It is not yet your time.” The statement shocked him. The others he heard were now gone. There were no longer any touches, embraces, or the welcoming sounds of their voices.
He turned and found himself again in the cold warehouse, on the cold floor, lying on the small mat. There was no one around. This time he could move. There was no pain and no blood. He was alive. He stood up and walked away.
“And they continued steadfastly in the apostles’ doctrine and fellowship, in the breaking of bread, and in prayers.” (Acts 2:42 NKJV)
Don’t believe me. Believe God!