Tag: #heaven

The King On The Edge ©Dawn Minott |with audio visual

On By Dawn MinottIn Poetry16 Comments

Heaven is not still.
Not now.
Not when the hourglass is down to its last grains of sand.

The throne room pulses,
electric with anticipation,
the atmosphere thick with expectancy.
The angels shift in place,
their coronation songs echo in celestial halls.
They know their next cry will not be soft,
but a trumpet blast so fierce
it will shake graves open,
call sleeping saints from their slumber,
and send the living skyward
their burdens abandoned in the wind.

And there—on the edge of His throne—
Jesus leans forward.
One foot planted in the courts of heaven,
the other pressing against the rim of the earth.
His gaze is locked on a world unraveling,
His hands grip the armrests,
His voice a whisper beneath His breath:
“Father, is it time?”

Heaven holds its breath.

Guardian angels stand at attention,
hearts pounding with urgency
Rehearsing the stories they will soon tell—
of unseen battles,
of near-death moments turned miracles,
of the countless times they blocked, protected, shielded, intervened, and whispered:
“Hold on just a little while longer.”

Below—chaos is raging.

The earth is squirming in agony—
its bones fractured by quakes,
its lungs scorched by fire,
its veins flooded by tsunamis and storms.
Cities are crumbling, nations are falling,
war drums thundering, famine spreading,
and the air is thickening with the stench of genocide, infanticide, suicide.

Men’s hearts failing them for fear—
fear of the unknown, fear of the inevitable,
fear that the darkness is winning.
Lawlessness rises like smoke,
murder stains the streets, red
Despair grips the souls of the broken.

And hell?
Hell is unhinged.

Demons are moving amidst the earth without restraint,
their assault — reckless
their attacks — relentless
because they know
their time is just about… up.

And heaven?
Heaven is about to move.

A white horse stands ready.
Its rider breathes in the last moments of waiting.
He’s about to exchange His ministering gown for Kingly robes, clothed in righteousness,
His eyes ablaze with justice,
His name inscribed for all to see:
King of Kings! Lord of Lords!

No manger this time.
No wooden cross.
No crown of thorns pressed into his brow.

This time, He rides in power!
This time, He comes in glory!

The sky is about to shatter like glass,
The heavens will soon roll back like a scroll,
and the sound of His name
will shake the foundations of the earth.

Every knee will bow—
willingly or by force.
Every tongue will confess—
in joy or in terror.

And in that moment,
when heaven and earth collide,
eternity will kiss mortality,
sorrow will be swallowed up in defeat,
the grave will lose its victory
and the King will gather His own—
Thundering the words they have longed to hear:
“It is finished! Welcome home!”

Hold fast.
The King is on the edge.
The command—“Go! Go get My children!”
That time is almost… now.

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Shabbat Shalom: Of Lives Lost & Longing

On By Dawn MinottIn Poetry, Shabbat ShalomLeave a comment

Before-word: for today’s Shabbat Shalom celebration, sharing a piece commissioned by my church as a tribute to our members who’ve passed on as part of our 50th anniversary celebration. I did not want a macabre presentation, but rather one filled with hopeful anticipation.

Using the abecedarian poetry form, I chronicled our beginning; the joys of community building, the camaraderie, the friendship, the fellowship; juxtaposed to the lost of loved ones and the anticipation of the resurrection when we will be reunited.

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The piece—as delivered by Andrea McIntyre—with eloquence and emotive passion

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Shabbat Shalom: Why I am A Christian

On By Dawn MinottIn Prose, Shabbat Shalom2 Comments

I came across 12 Bloggerz! hosted by Rory. Rory you asked 12 great questions but one really jumped out at me. So, I’ll answer only that one because it aligned so strongly to something that is integral to who I am—my faith and being a Christian.

This is the question: How would you feel if everything you didn’t believe in today turned out to be true – which of your new disbeliefs now truths would affect you the most profoundly?

But also answer this question from the opposite spectrum as in –

How would you feel if everything you believed in today turned out to be false – would this affect you and if so which falsehood that you hold now true would affect you the most profoundly?

I’m a Christian. I’ve questioned things in the Bible. I’ve stripped down my faith to the bare ‘bone’ and built it up again just on the basis of who God has been to me. Not on theology and doctrine, but on a living faith. A faith in a God who grants me goodness and mercy every day of my life. Even in the hardest and saddest of times, I’ve experienced His goodness and love and walked in His mercy and grace. Now I KNOW that I know.

Turning now to answering Rory’s question: if it turns out that there is no God and no rapture and no heaven, living my life by biblical Christian principles in a world of “alternative facts” and intense hopelessness and despair would still be worth it. And I’d choose to live this way again and again because it affords me a joy and peace to live life in all its dimensions—the good, the bad, and the in-between.

I like how Pascal lays it out in his Pensées—as a wager: If I believe that God exists and I live by His principles, there is only a finite loss (like the “pleasures” of the world I choose to abstain from), but I will gain infinite blessings such as life after death. However, if I believe that God does not exist and He actually does, then my loss is infinite in that there is a life after death that I would have forfeited for finite gains.

My wager: I chose to believe that God is real, the rapture is real, and heaven is real. And, that when this life is over, it is not the end, I shall live again. This gives me immense HOPE—there’s got to be more than this life.

Shabbat Shalom. May you find contentment in your faith.

You may also like: the tranquility of Sabbath peace; the blessings of Sabbath worship; the refreshing of Sabbath rest; those Selah moments of pause like mini-Sabbaths that can be taken throughout the week; the joy of Sabbath reflection; the harmony between humanity and nature that is affirmed in the Sabbath grace; and the science behind the Sabbath.

This was also written to contribute to Shelly’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, the word is hope.

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