Catching a Glimpse of Heaven and Hell
Tony R. Nester
Revelation 21:1-8
There are certain things that are so powerful that once we've seen them we're never the same again.
I remember the first time I really saw a mountain. I had already seen mountains many times but I had seen them on TV, or in paintings, or in photographs. But there came a day when my eyes were opened to see what mountains are really all about. It happened when Evelyn and I were invited to use a friends' cabin that was located in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. It was our first trip to high mountains. We drove all day and arrived at the little cabin in a darkness that was undisturbed by city lights. The sky was brilliant with stars.
We discovered that the cabin was rather shabby and very dirty. The bed was full of bugs and would take serious cleaning before we could sleep in it. So we spent the remainder of the night trying to sleep in the car. I didn't get much sleep. It seemed better to just get out and walk around and watch the night sky. As dusk began to allow the first glimmers of light to arrive I noticed huge clouds forming around us. They kept changing shapes and colors, and I wondered what kind of strange weather was headed our way. Finally, with a shock of surprise, as more light illumined the scene I recognized that they were not clouds at all, but mountains filling up the sky. They overwhelmed me with their strength and majesty. I had seen my first mountain - really seen it. And from that moment on I would sing with new feeling lyrics like these:
''Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light, nor wanting, nor wasting, thou rulest in might; thy justice like mountains high soaring above thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.'' (1).
I had really seen a mountain and it changed me.
On April 3, 1969 Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. preached his last sermon. He preached in Memphis, TN where he had gone to support sanitation workers who were on strike. The next da ...
Tony R. Nester
Revelation 21:1-8
There are certain things that are so powerful that once we've seen them we're never the same again.
I remember the first time I really saw a mountain. I had already seen mountains many times but I had seen them on TV, or in paintings, or in photographs. But there came a day when my eyes were opened to see what mountains are really all about. It happened when Evelyn and I were invited to use a friends' cabin that was located in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. It was our first trip to high mountains. We drove all day and arrived at the little cabin in a darkness that was undisturbed by city lights. The sky was brilliant with stars.
We discovered that the cabin was rather shabby and very dirty. The bed was full of bugs and would take serious cleaning before we could sleep in it. So we spent the remainder of the night trying to sleep in the car. I didn't get much sleep. It seemed better to just get out and walk around and watch the night sky. As dusk began to allow the first glimmers of light to arrive I noticed huge clouds forming around us. They kept changing shapes and colors, and I wondered what kind of strange weather was headed our way. Finally, with a shock of surprise, as more light illumined the scene I recognized that they were not clouds at all, but mountains filling up the sky. They overwhelmed me with their strength and majesty. I had seen my first mountain - really seen it. And from that moment on I would sing with new feeling lyrics like these:
''Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light, nor wanting, nor wasting, thou rulest in might; thy justice like mountains high soaring above thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.'' (1).
I had really seen a mountain and it changed me.
On April 3, 1969 Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. preached his last sermon. He preached in Memphis, TN where he had gone to support sanitation workers who were on strike. The next da ...
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