When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat - Webs

we’d just left. I turned to Gideon and said, “We don’t seem to
have gone anywhere.”
Smiling, he replied, “We’re light years away from
where we started.”
A delegation awaited us—a group of friendly people
who came forward and surrounded us. Searching the faces
around us, I was taken by surprise to find my father, looking
exactly as I knew him back on earth. He looked straight into
my eyes; I thought for sure I was dreaming. I became overwhelmed
by emotions as I rushed up and threw my arms
around him. I had missed him so much.
“No, you’re not dreaming, son,” he said to me.
“<strong>You</strong>’re alive, Dad?” I said, more as a statement than a
question.
“As alive, as I ever was or will be,” he replied. He
seemed to be happy and at peace. The crowd parted as we
walked across the room toward a large door. As we approached,
the door opened automatically and we proceeded
into a scene of indescribable beauty. Although we’d left the
transfer point at night, it was now full daylight. Perhaps, it’s
less confusing not to analyze the mysteries of time and space.
Marla said, “We’ll be back with you shortly, John,” and
she and Gideon vanished, leaving me alone with my Dad. I
looked at the man who had raised me and taught me so much
about life. Was it the light again or did he seem to be surrounded
by a faint, silvery aura?
“Sit down, son,” he said as he pointed toward a bench
beneath a tree, “Tell me how you’ve been.”
“Well, to say the least, I’ve been having a real rough
time, Dad. I don't know how, but I’m sure things will work out
eventually. What’s this place and what are you doing here?”
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