For the living, Death is a gigantic leap into the unknown. The Bible describes it as our last enemy. People seldom face Death without some misgivings. But for the Christian martyr Death is also a release from the torture they are facing. It is their doorway to glory. As their pain fades away and they enter eternity, everything changes…
It was like gazing into the sun, only more so. Lydia had never seen so much light. It almost knocked her over. Yet it didn’t hurt her eyes like she would have expected. Instead, as her eyes adjusted, she started to see people.
As their features became clearer, she saw a few people she had known while on earth. But they had changed. They were almost… transparent? No that wasn’t the word. They had form and features. Yet she could see through them? She couldn’t put it into words, and she was too bewildered to try.
But she sensed clearly that she was welcome, that they had been waiting for her. In fact, she realized that she had come home. She belonged here in a way that she had never belonged on earth. Everyone was smiling, waving, reaching out hands to her in welcome.
Then she realized that she wasn’t alone. Irene was close beside her. And others were joining them, blinking their eyes as the light hit them. Fresh from the trauma of the flames, the group clung together at first. But the human need for security drained away as they gradually acclimatized to their new surroundings.
Lydia’s second impression was the sound. The cheers mixed with vibrant music in a beautiful chaos of harmony. Some were crying out in welcome, some were singing, some were dancing. The sheer exuberance of the welcome was overwhelming.
But Lydia’s strongest impression was the love the seemed to flood from every nook and cranny. Back on earth a large crowd had gathered to enjoy the spectacle of twenty people being burned in one large fire. The spectators were filled with hatred. They would have torn them limb from limb but for the soldiers surrounding them. The contrast couldn’t have been greater between the hatred they had faced an hour ago and the boundless love welcoming them here.
Lydia would have cried. But she was too happy to cry.
The contrasts between time and eternity are so overwhelming that an entire book wouldn’t cover it. It was no wonder that it took the martyrs some time to catch their breath and orient to their new surroundings.And this was only the beginning…
Perhaps the most difficult part of stepping into eternity is learning how to handle living in a state with no past, and no future. The earthly barrier of “now” that stands between the past and the future on earth will be inexplicably expanded in eternity. All three elements of time will be blended together in an incomprehensible state of utter timelessness.
Why do bad things happen to good people? Why do innocent children need to suffer? Why do good people get sick?
All these bad things and many more happen every day. Is that fair?
WHY DOESN’T GOD STOP THEM?
Some people will tell you that He doesn’t care enough to
stop them. Others will tell you that He can’t—He doesn’t have the power to do
Neither of these answers are true. The Bible clearly
indicates that God loves us. His heart aches when bad things happen to good
people. The Bible also indicates clearly that God is all powerful. It isn’t the
lack of initiative or power that stops God from wiping out evil and evil doers.
So what is it?
Sometime, before time existed, God made a momentous
decision. He would allow intelligent beings to have the power of choice. The angels
would have this power. Lucifer, the beautiful and powerful leader of the angels,
would have the ability to turn against God.
Lucifer made this choice, and a third of the angels followed
him. The first thing they tried to do was overthrow God. The Bible doesn’t give
us any details about this war in the heavens, except to tell us that Lucifer
and his angels lost the battle, and they were driven from heaven.
The chronology of all this is a mystery. But somewhere
during all of this, God created the universe and man. He decided that even
humans would have the power to choose against Him. We are not told why, but it
seems that God wants all intelligent beings, whether angels or humans, to serve
Him voluntarily. He has never forced anyone to serve Him and He never will.
The ability to choose led to the beginning of evil. Lucifer
and his followers were the first to take advantage of it, probably soon after
creation. When he
was turned out of heaven he came to earth, determined to take revenge on his
loss by persuading Adam and Eve to also choose against God.
He persuaded Eve that having the knowledge of good and evil
was worth the risk of offending God. He didn’t warn her that the only way to
receive the knowledge of evil was through experience. Every human since then
has lived under the curse of the knowledge of evil. That is why evil things
God will judge evil. He will eliminate it. But in His own
time. Until then, we must live with the choice that Adam and Eve made to allow
evil to enter this world.
Is this fair? It doesn’t seem that way to us. But God will not coerce people to do His will. He only reserves the right to give them the destiny that they have chosen for themselves. God is holy and God is just. He is merciful and He is love. God is good and He is great. He is fair.
It’s a matter of perspective. And it’s a matter of trust.
suppose it could have been a little before creation as well. But it appears
that Lucifer fled to earth when he was cast out of heaven.
Do not be rash with your mouth, And let not your heart utter anything hastily before God. For God is in heaven, and you on earth; Therefore let your words be few. –Solomon, Ecc. 5:2
Job was a good man. So good that God called him blameless and upright. But one day Satan went to visit God, and God told him about Job’s goodness.
Satan wasn’t impressed. He sneered at God’s description. “Oh, sure. It’s no wonder he serves you. You’ve put a hedge around him so that I can’t get at him. And you’ve made him rich—he’s the richest man in the east. Let me take away his blessings and then we’ll see what he’s really like! He’ll curse you to your face.”
“Okay,” God replied. “I’ll let you test him. You can do anything you want to his belongings, just don’t touch him.”
Satan was sure he could knock Job off his pedestal.
It all happened on the same day. First a servant came running to tell Job that a band of raiders had swooped in and stolen his oxen—all five hundred teams—and killed the men who were plowing with them. They also took five hundred donkeys from a pasture beside the field they were plowing. But that wasn’t all. Before the first man was finished talking a second man came running up to Job. “Fire fell from heaven,” he said. “It burned up all your sheep and the shepherds.”
Seven thousand sheep, gone in the snap of a finger. But Job had no time to even think about it, because a third man rushed up. “Master, the Chaldeans have stolen your camels and killed the herders!”
Three thousand camels gone, on top of all the other losses, and in the distance, Job saw another man running and waving his arms. He had just lost all his wealth. What else could have gone wrong? He soon learned.
The man collapsed at his feet, weeping. “Master,” he said. “Your ten children were feasting in your oldest son’s home and a storm came up. The house collapsed and all your children are dead.”
It was too much. How could a man handle such devastation? Job’s cry of anguish came from deep inside. He tore off the robe he was wearing. He shaved his head and fell to the ground in utter grief. His servants didn’t know what to say. They too were devastated. But to their astonishment, Job began to pray. “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return there. The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; Blessed be the name of the LORD.” The servants looked at each other, shocked.
Satan went back to see God. His plan had failed, but he had another idea.
God looked at him. “Job is still blameless and upright, despite your actions against him.” Satan sneered again. “Sure, a man will give everything he has to save his life. But if you touch his body, you’ll see what he’s like. He’ll curse you to your face!”
God looked at him. “Okay, he is in your hand. Do what you want, but don’t kill him.”
This was what Satan wanted and he went directly back to earth to find Job. He struck him with the most painful affliction he could think of. He covered Job with painful boils; from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet. Everything Job did hurt. He couldn’t walk, he couldn’t sit, he couldn’t lay down—he even had boils in his mouth. Finally, in agony, he sat in the ash pile—the softest place he could think of and scraped the boils with a broken piece of pottery.
But Satan wasn’t done. He had thought of another way to increase Job’s agony. Job’s wife broke under the pressure. She walked up to Job and lashed out at him. “What good does it do you to be such a good person? Curse God and die! How can you keep your faith in Him when He treats you like this?”
Job looked at her a moment before replying. “Your words are foolish,” he said. “Why should we accept good things from God but reject adversity when He sends it?”
Satan wasn’t about to give up now. It had become a personal vendetta for him. He came up with another plan. But first he let Job stew for a while.
Job had three close friends—men that he trusted, even though they were younger than he was. When he saw them coming to visit him, his heart must have warmed a little. They sat down beside him and mourned with him. For a whole week no one said anything. Then Satan lit the fuse on his final bombshell.
Job could take no more. “Why didn’t I die when I was born?” The question came from the depths of his heart, and it seemed like a dam had burst.
“Why wasn’t my mother barren? Why wasn’t I stillborn or miscarried? Why doesn’t God kill me and put me out of my misery?”
And he wept.
Eliphaz, Job’s best friend took a deep breath and started to talk. “Can I tell you the truth? You have taught many others; can I teach you?” He paused and looked at Job searchingly. “Why are you in such despair? You have told others that God doesn’t destroy the innocent. You need to accept what He sends you.”
Job had expected sympathy. He caught right away what Eliphaz was telling him.
“I surely thought that my friends would be kind to me.” Bitterness filled his voice. “I’m innocent and you know it! Admit it, rather than undercutting me.”
He looked at the sky and addressed God. “Why do you bother with me? Have I sinned?” His voice rose. “Well then, pardon my transgression and let me die!”
Bildad, his next friend, shook his head. “God is fair and just. Your children must have sinned that God destroyed them. God would never have destroyed them otherwise. And if you would repent rather than blaming God, He would heal you. God doesn’t punish righteous people.”
Job shrank visibly, and his reply was muted and cloaked in despair. “I know that you are right,” he said. “But how can a man be righteous before God? If I’m such a bad person, why doesn’t he show me what to do about it?”
He shifted on his bed of ashes, trying vainly to find a more comfortable position. “Surely this ought to be a two-way street. Why doesn’t God do His part?”
Zophar, Job’s third friend, look horrified. “You are full of words,” he said. “Words won’t vindicate you, nor will empty talk.” He shook his head at the very thought.
Job clenched his fist, then released it as the pain from the boils shot through his hand. “Oh, you are such wise men, you three,” he said bitterly. “When you die all wisdom will have left the earth.”
He ignored the pain for a moment and said upright, his eyes flashing. “I’m not inferior to you, and you know it. You forge lies. You are worthless physicians. Why don’t you just be quiet?”
He slumped again, then continued more quietly. “A man is like a flower. He lives only a short while, then fades away and dies. But I know that this isn’t the end. Even a tree will sprout again if it is cut down. I will die but that won’t be the end. I will see God face to face.”
His three friends weren’t ready to accept Job’s answers and the conversation became more and more heated. Angry words flew back and forth, as Job tried to understand and make his friends understand. “How long are you going to torment me? Even my wife despises me. Can’t you have any pity on me, your old friend?”
It was a cry of anguish, but his friends were relentless.
“Your wickedness is great…” “Your iniquity is without end…” “You have sent widows away empty…” “God sees your sins; you can’t hide them from Him…”
Job would have torn out his hair, but he had shaved his head. “If I could only go back to the old days. Then younger men hid themselves because of my greatness, instead of accusing me. I helped the blind and the poor. Men listened to my counsel.”
His voice rose. “Now you mock me. You are younger but you think you know more than your elders. “I tell you, I’m not a wicked person. I won’t even look at a woman! I’ve given to the poor and the widows. I’ve avenged the downtrodden.”
He shrieked his final words to them. “I want God to answer me! Let him write a book about me, if I have done so many bad things!”
A fourth man had joined them during the discussion, another friend who had come to see Job. He had listened, astonished at the heat of the discussion. He looked at Job, but he had buried his head in his hands. He looked at Job’s three friends, but they had run out of arguments.
So Elihu began to talk…
Job heard very little of what Elihu said. He rebuked Job and his friends for their presumption about God. He waxed eloquent in his defense of the character of God.
“Behold, God is mighty, but despises no one…” “Stand still and consider the wondrous works of God…” “God is awesome majesty…” “He is excellent in power, in judgment and justice…”
His voice droned on, and on, and on, increasing in volume as he tried to get through to Job. But Job was beyond understanding him or responding.
Of course, God was great. Of course, God was good. Of course, God was majestic. Of course, God was powerful…. He knew all of that.
If only they would all go away and leave him to die.
But suddenly the wind picked up. The ashes started to fly. The temperatures start to chill noticeably. Something unusual was happening and even Job looked up.
A whirlwind. Like the one that destroyed my son’s house, Job thought. What is going to happen now?
The wind picked up and started to whistle. Grass and sand started to fly, and a miniature sandstorm of ashes whirled around them, causing all five of the men to cover their faces.
“Who is this who darkens counsel by words without knowledge?”
The Voice came from within the whirlwind; deep, majestic, and demanding attention. Is He speaking to me? Job eyes widened, but he had no time to answer before the Voice continued.
“Now prepare yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer Me.”
Job shuddered and bowed his head. The other men did the same.
“Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?” “Who shut in the sea when it broke forth?” “Where does light dwell?”
The questions continued. Questions that Job had no idea how to answer. He slumped lower and lower, until suddenly…
“Shall the one who contends with the Almighty correct Him? He who rebukes God, let him answer it.”
Job knew he had gone too far. In the heat of the argument he had assumed that he understood more than he did.
But the voice was waiting for his response. He almost whispered. “Behold, I am vile; What shall I answer You? I lay my hand over my mouth. Once I have spoken, but I will not answer; Yes, twice, but I will proceed no further.”
The Voice wasn’t finished.
“Now prepare yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer Me: Would you indeed annul My judgment? Would you condemn Me that you may be justified?”
The questions went on, and on. And Job knew that he had no recourse. In comparison to God, he was nothing, a nobody. He was ignorant and helpless.
When the Voice stopped again, he prostrated himself painfully before the whirlwind. “I have uttered what I did not understand, Things too wonderful for me, which I did not know. I abhor myself and repent in dust and ashes.”
“But indeed, O man, who are you to reply against God?” (Romans 9:20)
What is the most important sentence in the book or short story you are writing?
The first one. It needs to trap the reader and drag him into the story. The first paragraph is important too, and the first page. But the reader may never read the first paragraph if the first sentence fizzles.
I pulled down some books from my book case and listed the first sentence from each. Some of these are from New York Times best selling authors like Ted Dekker. Some are from books by authors I had never heard of. A few are from books that were too tedious to reread. See if you can guess which of these sentences came from good books and which were mediocre books.
I also included the first sentence of the all time best selling book. And I included several from books I wrote.
Sample Starting Sentence
Carlos Missirian was his name. One of his many names.
I had never been in the oval office before.
The office had no windows, only electric lanterns to light the hundreds of spines standing in their cherry wood bookcases.
Jacob was a schemer.
Tahn crept up the stone wall like a silent reptile after its prey.
According to the books of history, everything that happened after the year 2010 actually began in the year 4036 A.D.
Riley Keep returned to the scene of his disgrace in the back of a northbound pickup truck with New Brunswick plates.
I have always wanted to write a book.
Jason jumped from his chair, nearly stumbling in the process.
Air this thin turns everyone into a mystic.
The telephone call that completely turned around the lives of every member of my family came at 10:30 P.M. on a Sunday evening.
A hot sticky evening in Los Angeles.
I was obnoxious when I was young.
Salazar Sanso raised his binoculars and looked out over the edge of the steep drop into the rosy New Mexican desert.
Louisa Sherbatov had just turned six, but she would never turn seven.
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
It was the proudest day of Diocletian’s life.
People often misunderstand God.
The wilted grass growing along the rail fence that surrounded the old graveyard bore testimony to the day’s pressing heat.
Every “thinker” needs a sanctuary—a quiet haven with no distractions to disturb their thought processes.
In my opinion, the Book of Revelation is one of the most abused
books of the New Testament. Theologians, conspiracy mongers, and
self-made prophets have destroyed the message of the book, and made
it seem mysterious and complex. So much so that many Christians won’t
even read it. They may read books about it but assume that there is
little in it for ordinary readers. Yet the book is the only one in
our Bible that offers a specific blessing on those who read it.
The book of Revelation includes various indicators telling us how to view it. But nowhere does it indicate that it is to be understood as a timeline of the last days. So, how is to be understood?
I am going to assume, for the sake of this writing, that the author
of the book was the Apostle John, since that seems to be the
prevailing opinion of the early church. I am also assuming that he
wrote it, or at least had the vision it is based on, while he
banished to the salt mines. Any discussion beyond that might be
interesting but not helpful in looking at the content and meaning of
It is important to note that the book is written in the fashion of
ancient apocalyptic literature. This would have been immediately
apparent to his audience. Unfortunately, this isn’t always apparent
to modern readers, especially readers from the west. Most of us have
been taught that we need to take the Bible literally where ever that
makes sense. Apocalyptic literature wasn’t written from that
perspective. Typically, it was only taken literally when it had to
be, in order to make sense.
The book seems to have been written as a series of snapshots, and that is how I think it makes the most sense. It isn’t a timeline for future events, though it includes future events. It isn’t a historical documentary either, though it includes events that are obviously in the past.
John states at the very beginning that this book is Revelation of
Jesus Christ which God had given to Jesus to show his servants. Jesus
then sent an angel to pass this on to John, though Jesus speaks as
well in different parts of the book.
The book is the only one in the Bible that starts with a blessing on
those who read it, those who hear it, and those who keep [or
obey—NLT] what it says. This blessing guides us to a purpose for
this book much different from what most people assume. We will come
back to this.
This book is also the only one in the Bible that ends with a curse on
those who change its teaching. That should make us hesitant in being
too secure in our personal interpretation.
I also seems evident that another purpose for the book is to illustrate the victory of good over evil, and Christ over Satan.
Interpreting the Book…
These concepts are my own opinions, and I’m sure that some readers
will disagree. However, I feel that the snapshots in Revelation are
best interpreted as if they were parables. When you interpret a
parable you look for a main idea. Details beyond that are given to
carry the story-line, but not necessarily to aid in interpreting the
parable. In fact, trying to work the details of the parable into the
interpretation will inevitably lead to a false interpretation.
That same is true of many Bible prophecies, especially those in the
Apocalyptic books like Daniel and Revelation.
As an illustration of what can happen, look at Revelation 20:9 – 27. The angel tells John that he is going to show John the Bride. When the bride appears, she looks like the Holy City, Jerusalem. For years I have heard this interpreted as a literal city in which we will live once we get to heaven. And this might be the case. However, the angel said that this was the Bride. So it is just as likely that the vision was comparing the Bride to a city. In this case the splendour of the city was describing the splendour of the Church, the Bride of Christ.
A Brief Overview
So what does this book show us about Christ? In chapter one, we see a
picture of the glorified Christ. In chapters two and three, we see
how Christ views the church. He promises them glory, but only if they
overcome. Throughout the book, you see Christ’s burning desire for
a pure Bride and the lengths to which He is willing to go in order to
In the main body of the book you also see Christ judging sin and the
hatred that He has for sin. It also clarifies that God judges
deliberate sin. But even in the middle of judgment, the opportunity
for repentance is still available until the very end of the book.
In the end we see the victory of Christ over evil. And in the last chapters we see the beauty of the union of Christ and His Bride, the Church.
Time in God’s Eyes
God views time from a much different perspective then we do. We see
time from within the boundaries of time, but God dwells outside time.
God has no past and no future, because in eternity it is always now.
This can make it very hard for us to understand a book like
Revelation since it is written using God’s perspective rather than
Imagine yourself standing at the end of a large pipe or tube and
looking into it. Any items in the tube are transparent so that you
can see all of them at the same time. Then think of these items as
being history, some in the past and some in the future. That is
somewhat like the way the God views time. From his perspective a
thousand years is the same as a day, and a day is the same as a
thousand years. The future is just history that hasn’t happened
The Revelation is written from God’s perspective of history and you can see that many times in the book. For instance, in the last chapter, you have the picture of the bride represented by a city. It is given in present tense, with sinners outside the walls and the Bride within. Yet at the same time a few verses earlier, we see future tense, which is obviously after the following verses. That is how God sees time, and that is one reason that Revelation is confusing to human readers. We are used to books with chronologies, because we are locked into time. To God, time is much more subjective.
In the last chapter of Revelation, the angel told John twice that the
time for its fulfillment was near and these things would soon take
place. Then in verses 12 – 19 Jesus told John that He is coming
soon but that there was still time for sinners to repent and enter
the city to become part of the Bride. The Bride is within the walls
while those who practice sin are outside, but Jesus is still inviting
those outside to enter the city. The water of life is within the
city. So is the tree of life. Sinners can gain access to them by
leaving their sins behind and joining the Bride.
But don’t put it off because Jesus is returning and that will be
the end of the opportunity.
I pressed the SEND button for my first draft of this book to get it on its way to my reviewers. This is always a good feeling. While it will be at least a year before you can buy a copy, the hardest part of the book is finished. A historical novel takes a lot of research in order to set up a realistic setting. For instance, here are some simple questions that I battled with.
How many people lived in Nicomedia, the city where this book takes place? Apparently, the city had as many as eight bishoprics. But how many Christians does that translate into?
What was “home” like for Mark and Lydia? Where would they have lived and what was it like? I discovered that running water was the norm at this time in a Roman city.
Soon after I started writing, Mark’s mother was cooking supper. And I realized I had no idea what this entailed. A fireplace? I finally decided on a barbecue like charcoal stove as the most likely.
Since I was including the emperor’s point of view, I had to make sure that I got the history right. But what is right when major historians disagree on the timing of major events like the battle of Margus River? And when did Diocletian die? I had several possibilities to choose from. So I chose 311, knowing that probably I’ll get a letter from someone stating that the proper date was 313.
Lactantius, one of the Early Church Fathers was an eyewitness contemporary of some of the events in this book. But big name historians like Gibbon brush him aside as biased in his coverage. Gibbon is sure that his documentation is seriously exaggerated. Surely no one could believe that this many people died. My sympathies (and those of some later historians) are with Lactantius, but I finally stuck with the figure of 3,500 martyrs.
And of course there were dozens of other details. What did Mark and Lydia wear? What was baptism like in this era? Did presbyters and bishops really take a vow of poverty? Did the church support members becoming soldiers? What was a normal service like?
I think you get the idea. If you want to know the answers, read the book when it comes out.
I realize that projections can get you into trouble. But I’m hoping to get reviewing and fine tuning behind me and have the book to the publisher in 6 – 8 weeks. Then it goes through their review process while I bite my nails. Well I tend to do that anyway, but my writing style and methodology seems to be on the edge for this publisher. But I’ll dive right into Book Two of this series and let the editors and reviewers sort out what needs sorted out.
Suffice to say that I hope you can actually buy this book by the fall of 2020.
And a Sneak Preview…
So, Constantine, here we come! You might be surprised at my view of Constantine, but we’ll see. Those were heady days for the church and we’ll ride the roller coaster with Mark as he faces the everyday life of a bishop under Constantine. The Nicene council? He’s going, and they’re going to talk about more than just the substance of Christ. Can a Roman emperor be both emperor and Christian at the same time? Some of these questions still haunt us today and are surprisingly modern in focus.
To understand this parable, you need to remember that the Christians of the first centuries considered the pagan gods to be demons. We don’t think of them in those terms, but they might have been closer to right than we are.
The pagan gods of Rome were a hedonistic lot. They murdered each other, committed adultery, and had vast celestial parties where debauchery ruled the day. In fact, the gods of Rome were a lot like the men they ruled over.
You couldn’t expect a Roman god to pay attention to a human being unless you were a fair damsel and that god was lusting after you. (Then you better look out.) Roman gods had no feelings of love or mercy towards humans. They didn’t even pay any attention to humans unless they rebelled against their authority.
But, should another god show up and claim to offer something better to the humans who worshiped him, then the gods in the heavenly pantheon woke up. That was an insult that could NOT be allowed. A new god? No sir, the upstart had to go. The sooner the better.
So, they would gang up on him and the people who served him.
But what the Roman gods didn’t realize was that the new god in this case wasn’t new, nor an upstart. He had been around a long time before they existed. He had created humans, and He loved them. He knew that the unfortunate people who followed the demon gods in the pantheon were doomed to eternal destruction. And he decided to do something about it. Actually, He had been planning this for a long time, back from the very beginning.
But when God sent His son to earth to introduce Himself to men, the pantheon jumped him and killed him. Then they went back to their parties.
But it didn’t end there. God’s son wouldn’t stay dead. So, the pantheon attacked his followers. But death wouldn’t kill them either. The more people who died, the more new converts came along.
It didn’t make sense. But it did. If a God comes along who loves humans, and who is willing to die for them in order to rescue them, people are going to take note. And when his followers are willing to die as well, then they REALLY take note.
Turn the page and read on to see how it works in real life