I walked to the front and partook like I've done hundreds of times in the past
but this time as I returned to my spot something different happened.
Instead of the same routine, the world I knew was there in theory transformed in front of me into reality.
Jesus was there
Mary was hugging me
The question that must have been haunting me came to mind:
"How can I get here? I fear making a mistake and failing."
Jesus says to me, "How can you fail when you have all of these people behind you."
Suddenly around me were my loved ones who have passed.
Grandparents, uncles among others looking at me with a smile, love in their eyes.
Past them I saw a swarms of saints as if they were fans in a stadum cheering me on.
Jesus then put my arm around his neck and his arm around my body and lifted me off of my knees.
He started carrying me and I realized that the only thing that can stop me from reaching the finish line is me.
I didn't want to leave but the song was over
I opened my eyes and sat back down
Psalm 24 — Who is This King of Glory?
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