I Visited Heaven in a Dream & Hung out with Jesus
I Visited Heaven in a Dream & Hung out with Jesus
I didn't want to come back down to earth
Sometimes I wonder about Faith and have a lot of questions as to why certain things happened the way they did. Not just about mom, but with my fiancé and other relationships that left me feeling lonely and rejected. Since then, I don't really attend church that much anymore for personal reasons but I pray and read the Bible on my own at home... I’m not the perfect Christian. I let down God and family on occasions but try to keep my eyes on Jesus as He is supposed to pardon us and love us unconditionally as He died for us because He first loved us. It’s not anything that we did to deserve that love He just noticed us first and chased us down even though we were unlovable by society’s standards (1 John 4:19; Romans 5:8). He considered us enough to think that we were worth His time and love so the Father sent His Son to die on the Cross for us in our place (1 Thessalonians 4:14; Galatians 3:13-14).
Even though, I still wonder about the church sometimes and used to look for them as a way of forming community since as humans we were made for community and togetherness. But I have been so let down so many times by religious people that I really just started looking from the outside in and wonder why certain things happen that I just think it best to keep to myself and pray to God alone.
So yesterday, I had a bad day. It was really just the same story with a different wrapper, so to speak. I was so fed up that I told God in a prayer that I didn’t even want to pray to Him but that here I am asking Him for mercy because I can’t carry the burden that I feel on my own anymore. I left it at that and fell asleep with so many questions on my mind but it has always been the same story on a different day.
That is when I was led in my dream to the Gates of Heaven. There I saw Jesus at the Heaven’s Gate and He held out His Hand to welcome me inside. There was a long line of people in front of me to go in. When I ascended the steps to Heaven and went inside I saw a large room with lots of people I know— like my mom and some classmates from school.
There was a Table with a Banquet and a Feast and we were all hanging out together with Jesus. The room was large, made with all white, and surrounded by clouds. There was a Large Long Table like the one that you would see in Leonardo da Vinci’s Last Supper Painting with a seat for everyone in Heaven to sit and eat at with Jesus in the center.
It was like a huge feast and the large table was surrounded by a Huge Buffet against the Wall like a Giant L Curve that went around the Whole Room. Everyone in Heaven can walk up to the Buffet and fill their plates with food. We all got to hang out together and be with Jesus while we enjoyed each other’s company.
Then Jesus gave me some food to go, which looked like a TV dinner written in a Heavenly Foreign Language, but it was the type of food that they give to the poor.
I saw this TV dinner before a lot while growing up because my parents had food stamps.
It was the Michelina’s Brand dressed in her green packaging that gives a serving of White Sauce Fettuccine Alfredo Noodles. It was really warm and creamy but it wasn’t the best quality of noodles. I have to admit though that it got us through rough times as a kid since food stamps help us get through the month.
I recalled a lot of people on Earth are Bougie Broke (having an appearance of wealth but working hard to go to school to make ends meet) and thought about how hard life can be. I didn’t really want this TV Dinner but my parents taught me to be thankful for what they give us on our plate and knew that I really enjoyed my career so I just took it to go.
Jesus then told me, "It's time for you to go back down to earth.”
And I was like, "Aww man, do I have to? Life is so hard, lonely and there's a lot of suffering."
He said, “I am with you always, even to the end of the age ."
So I descended Heaven’s Steps and woke up.
I kind of laid there in my bed lazily for a moment with my head comfortably against the fluff of my pillow and thought about how beautiful the dream was.
I felt a lot of peace, then I decided I should go to church and listen to the sermon.
So, I got dressed went to church, and listened to the preacher's sermon which was Psalm 23 the Lord is our Shepherd.
When I came back home I told dad about my dream and He said the Lord showed me the Banquet Table in Psalm 23 and the Wedding Banquet after the Rapture. I considered his interpretation of the Feast and thought about how maybe God answered the dream with the sermon about Psalm 23 and had some peace about it.
Then I left church without saying hello to anyone and went about my day.
I was taught as a kid that following Jesus is not about religion but having a relationship with Him and He comes to seek imperfect humans because He loved us first (Romans 5:8, 1 John 4:19) and sometimes when it's the hardest to follow Jesus it's like He shows up and says, “I know you’re mad at me but I'm still here listening to your prayers, and I still love you, so don't give up,” and that motivates me to just keep going.
I just wonder sometimes about life and the church and this morning I woke up to that dream. Maybe I wouldn't have woken up last night but Jesus said I'm not done with you on the Earth yet.
Maybe there is a reason and a purpose for my existence and then I think, “Who am I to take my own life if He's not ready to take me Home yet?” We all have a story to tell so why not make it a good one while we're still on this Earth....