Rapture 18

The Journey of a City

January 23, 2007

Joel Akin

fossilman@hotmail.com

Lets treat ourselves to a break. Lets assume that sin has been ignoring one part of the story and that is the true rapture. Now if there is a slow rapture lets say that was the tail end. Now lets say that on the high end people are starting to be moved up. Not just slowly but at a rate faster then 1 per moment. So if a city were taken God would take a city that didn't have much contact. So lets say that around the world there are entire cities moving up to be with the Lord.

Some might wonder who would believe such a thing if reports started coming in from places such as Venezuela. After all the leader is evil and that means he wouldn't share the missing even if others do.

Now there would be cities that would be carried up entire and those places would be replaced by land that was empty. There just wouldn't be anyone there and time would erase them.

So what if God did this to entire worlds and to entire races and to entire civilizations? What if God never failed to keep His promises?

Now that sounds wonderful but all of us would say we've suffered so lets say it better. Lets say that God saw only one people would suffer. And only one race would need to be carried up one piece at a time. That wouldn't be us because we have the Bible. But what if this race wasn't to the wise nor to the swift but to those who were here. After all we haven't exactly won world records as we head up. No one I've written to and no one who's read these stories about the rapture has replied. Maybe they think I'm writing fiction. Maybe they think I'm dreaming. Maybe they don't believe one man, just one can make a difference.

So can I make a difference? God said so. He told us in scripture to seek him in all things. If we do this we can make a change. And that change is one that allows us to move. Sometimes the move isn't easy. So lets say I want to move so I can have my own home. That would require people to help. Lets say I had no one. What would God do? He would raise up people based on my desire. So lets say I needed men to help me move. And women to help me organize. And people who would support me in my move to the place I would go.

That is, after all, the real point of the moving up. The moving up is part of our story. And part of your dream. True, most of us are living now in a place that is fine. But God gives us dreams and God gave me a dream for a new home. He specifically said to me "Wait here while I find a place where the sun shines upon you in the morning."

It was very specific because I've prayed for a home as I've lived in a basement most of my life. I wanted a room where I could see the sun rise up on my face in the morning. And that would mean rising up just before six when I get up. And that isn't easy as the sun rises here in Canada all hours.

It is part of this desire which God saw and knew I would wait a long time. And it isn't meant to be a painful time but it was. And it was meant to be a time of encouragement and in some ways it was but Sin ended up battling with me.

Now it was a battle with desire at first but it became a war of time. And that is what this story is about. I went into time and I fought in a time war. It wasn't fun and it was part of the history of earth. It was my desire that I write it but I don't fully understand time. I just knew that Sin spoke with anger and malice but tried to sound like God. He was always angry or vindictive and in the preceding moments that came and went he would interrupt again and again until I was sick.

And so I fought with silence and that is all I had to offer. I was wore out from being hit day and night on all levels. And that is as close as I can get to explain.

So now I wait for God to appear and to help me. And that is why the rapture is taking place.

So what does it mean to be part of the rapture? The answer is time. We are part of it but not in it as yet. God did some things that were odd by allowing our race to be separated in time. We don't notice and no one knows. We just live with neighbors who live with neighbors who live with neighbors. And they know so and so and so on. But no one knows everyone. No one can. So God finds connections and sends them up first. So people who know everyone go up so they can be part of the story.

Now this still sounds weird so let me keep writing. Lets assume you are still here on earth. You are part of the history. So lets say you are important to the history and that means you have to remain. It means we bear it more then others. Those who remain are more sinful and evil yet we have to stay and bear the pain.

We are those in positions of leadership and they are from all parts of the world. They represent the top five percent of men and women. They represent the leaders who are able to become anything that is needed. They are the people we call leader.

If they are leaders then who are we? We are the people we call us. Most of us are just people who have no guide or leader to call our own. We are the lost sheep and we are the ones remaining behind because we are the ones who pray.

No one else is left but us and we pray for those who are evil. We bear it up to God and we bear it to sin and we carry it to those who are really praying. Now if we wonder if this can be real then think of it this way. The highways are still clogged. The news is still bad. The newspapers still run. And no one thinks to check on it all.

We need someone on the phone and someone is there. We get letters sent and get responses. We do all those things and expect them to work.

So what if we lost sheep are the hill and the dale is the person who is the woman hiding in the vale. And the vale is the reason this story won't end. They are people like Hillbillies who hide out from the press and from the leaders and from the people who care. They are those no one remembered. All forgot them. All turned away from them. They were the people lost in the crack and in the back and in the side and in the lost forest.

So lets say that I wrote yesterday a fictional story that had some truth in it. People had to decide which was truth and which was fiction. As it turns out fiction was the truth and truth was the fiction. And I mentioned that people of England were part of a cult called the Druids before the 1300's. And they were out to destroy knowledge but a man who was a Druid, who seemed evil, was trying to keep knowledge together. He had a book of spells and the book was meant to be destroyed because it was called evil.

Well, it turned out the book of spells was simply a concordance. An alphabet so that people could learn how to read. People back then thought it was witchcraft because they could tell you what an animal was by looking at one. If there was a picture it was a graven image and those things were called unlawful according to the Bible. It didn't matter that it referred to God. It only mattered that spells were spelling books meant to help children to read. But we forgot that and in our age we darkened it so it sounded like a spell book. And we turned witches and wizards and Druids into something called the occult. And it was the occult which meant the eye or to see with the eye. And the word we cursed as evil? Druid? It was part of the language used today by every artist. Drew Wid meant to draw what you see. That is the exact meaning of the Druid. Now some of them were artists and some did go on to use it in symbols because the land of Earth was covered with symbols. People were scrambling to try and salvage what they found scattered all over the earth. Symbols that represented what used to be and what lay under the earth.

But there arose a spirit called Sin who wanted men to lose knowledge. And so he had to find a way to turn common into uncommon. And that meant taking knowledge and turning it evil. So evil that men of our age call such men accursed because they were the leaders of that age who taught men how to read and how to understand nature and how to focus their attention on the gifts God had given them. But men of faith and men of darkness joined forces and went out to slay them. And they did until the Druid, or the artists who recorded the images of nature and the stories of ancient man were slaughtered. And their remains scattered by dust bowls containing their ashes. They were cursed with each bowl and told never to rise again lest they destroy the earth with a curse.

And so we who were Christians fell into sleep because among those things burned were original works from scripture. Parts of the Bible which held specific knowledge on how to overcome. And we didn't see it and this age didn't want to know. It was evil to even contemplate a single word or scripture to what was written. It didn't matter that the works of Peter, James, John, Paul and even a few Old Testament people were thrown out. Those were apocrypha, which meant something like middle or addition or just lost words of the Father. And they were meant to be lost and buried. That was Gods will. Even Jesus said anyone who took away or added to these words would be judged. He wasn't speaking of the Bible. He was speaking to John about the words he had just finished giving him. We were lost. We were touring and we could not find a way to return to the father.

But God showed me I could make a difference. And I said "I will" and I did with Gods help.

Now I do know men will strive and will heap and will grind and grunt when there are no places to lay their head. Some of those leaders who are left will remain behind because this is the world they fought for. They fought for it because of their hope in God. Not because they fell but because they stood even when the world refused to heed. And they paid a heavy price which no one but themselves understand.

Finally I wish to close to get my fingers a rest. I just want you to know I wait for my daily blessing. I want to go out and travel and to see and to explore. Money hasn't arrived as yet. I want it to so I can begin a journey. That journey requires help. And help requires people. And right now I have no one to turn to for help. Its just simple truth. No one I know has finances or help or encouragement. They all struggle as do I. So I leave this as part of my legacy of writing. I leave it with God from whom all blessings flow.