I am The End Time Elijah that Armstrong talked about. I have already seen God. I have been to the mountain top. Millions of evangelicals want to die so they will see God. Or. so they say. I say most want to say they are better than others. I asked Kim why God would rapture her and not me. She was gleeful I would not be taken up, but, taken down. And, so it go in The End Times. The least, will be first. The more you disqualify, the more you are disqualified.
I died when I was twenty years of age. I died because I was utterly betrayed. There is no getting around this – truth! I tried! I died and saw God, and He showed me His Kingdom of Truth. He wants me to show His Kingdom – to you!
top of a steep rock face. The masonry has deteriorated, bulging and subsiding dangerously.
It could be said artists are not so much interested in living a meaningful life, but, dying a meaningful death. Our enemies rendered the life of the artist, Christine Rosamond Benton, meaningless, because, they have no death scene. This is because we are a part of The Never Ending Story that is forever writing itself. We get glimpses, now and then. Sometimes we behold the full Monty!