JUDGMENT DAY


Suddenly, I am in a small waiting room.
I am sitting in the only chair and I am naked. The walls are clean and there is only one large, impressive, carved, wooden door. Above the door there is a sign that reads
"FINAL JUDGMENT".
I notice that I am holding a paper in my hand and, upon further examination of the paper, I find it is a complete transcript of my entire life, every act, thought, and word that I have ever committed or uttered in my entire life is chronologically arranged on the document. I hear my name called, although I see no speaker in the room. Walking to the door, I can only imagine God on the other side and myself standing there in my nakedness with no where to hide and no way to conceal the script I hold and cannot drop. Oh, the things I wish I hadn't done. If I could only take them back, apologize, make things right I surely would. I am afraid to open the door but I somehow know that I may not stay in the waiting room. I stand for a moment at the closed door, fearful of what is to come. I pray, although it seems too late at this point. I muster all my courage. And I proceed to open the door. To my surprise there are thousands of naked people all holding transcripts of their lives for everyone to see and read. I read about the lives of the people in the big room while others read my transcript. I suddenly realize that, as long as I am disturbed or aghast by what I read, I shall stay in this PURGATORY. But when I learn to have empathy for the person holding the script, I shall be in heaven -- for that is the righteous judgment and true wisdom.


Copyright
Steve Sauter 1997

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