Jesus proclaiming me.

I feel like I can see it. I see Jesus proclaiming me to His angels! I doubt this a divine vision because I see the long haired, Anglo-Saxon Jesus and I believe these angels have wings? That day dream just doesn't match up with reality. What I do know is that if I proclaim Jesus down here, He'll proclaim me up there. This option seems so sweet...the other option, not so nice.

I don't want to be that one who glimpses heaven with God's chosen people and prophets, then be cast out to the lake of fire. There are few who make it, so I'm going to humble myself and strive in zealous repentance. It's a dire and urgent "repent or die" situation.

I'm sprinting away from my evil "old man" and I'm striving to do good. I'm running after the healer, miracle worker and traveling preacher, till finally I'm at that grand international, inter time zone dinner where we're all feasting with the King!