It was a typical day around the farm. I was mending the fences when I noticed a man riding towards me. His horse was as white as the snow. He was a rugged looking dude with short, coarse hair and with scruff on his face. His magnificent sword had a gold handle with a razor-sharp tip covered in blood. He looked like the kind of guy who you did not mess with. I asked him what he was doing here, and how I could be of help.
He said in a low but booming voice: “I am riding around My Earth to see if it is ready for My return. You can stop coasting along and floating through life. You can get serious about being in My Word. You should pray for others. You should tell others about Me. I told you in My Word that I would be coming like a thief in the night, and be ready…”
“All I see in you is a lot of lip service and talk. I see a lot of complaining, but no action. What is more disheartening is that I see a church full of you! You watch whatever pleases your soul, putting worldly things before me. You take no stands, but just give in to whatever the world wants…”
“Why does the Church acquiesce to the world? Fear. The Church fears the world over Me, the Creator of all. Well, the time is near, and I am giving this last message to you in hopes that you not only act on it, but that you share it. It is time to wake up My Church. The end is near, and I am coming back to My Earth to reclaim it!”
As He rode off into the distance, I sat there stunned at what had just happened. I had just encountered the coming King! He was nothing like I thought he would be. He didn’t have long, good-looking feminine hair. He didn’t look thin and weak. He wasn’t this gush, fun-loving being who just smiled all the time, accepting the sins that I’d committed. No, He was powerful. He was strong, He was someone with whom I would follow into the trenches of war. He did not accept my sins. No, He called them out so that I would repent of them, and so He could forgive them.
Just then, another man came up to me in a very nice 1955 cherry red, Corvette Stingray convertible with the top down. His clothes were black with his hair slicked back and he had a nice pair of sunglasses on. He asked me who had just left. I explained to him everything that had happened, and how I was going to tell people about Him right away.
He looked at me and asked in a very arrogant and condescending sounding way, “Did he really say he is coming back soon? Did he actually say that he is the coming King? How do you really know he is who he says he is?”
After the man left, I was in doubt. Who was I to believe? I guess it’s a decision that we all must make.