Encounter With Jesus Christ: End of Time Warnings (Completed) - Regina Clarinda (books under 200 pages txt) 📗

not imagine if they go into that forest. Surely they would not survive.

Jesus pointed at the children. “This is the picture of those who call themselves Christians yet never wish Me to come near them.”

The children were still staring at Jesus with a dark frown on their little faces, bothered by His presence.

“They never let Father work His will in them,” the Lord spoke again, ignoring their displeasure at Him, “nor are they willing to do their tasks to expand Father’s kingdom. These are the kind of people who hide their talents in the ground and never use them."

"They cannot stand the tests of faith. They are not patient under trial nor willing to stand up under temptation. Never want to learn to have the endurance, because they refuse to be formed and perfected according to Father’s perfect will. If a test of faith comes, they will distrust and desert Me right away."

The children stared at Jesus angrily as He spoke these words to me. It made them feel uncomfortable. Even more, they didn’t like being distracted from their diggings.

"Forest and the beasts symbolize the powers of darkness and demons. When a test of faith comes and they feel that it is too much to bear, they will run away from it. They will run into the woods, without knowing the beasts have been waiting to devour them.

“Whoever enters that forest will be killed by the beasts. This means spiritual death. It happens when one decides to turn away from their faith for the sake of life convenience offered by the world and the darkness."

How terrifying this was. And it made me wonder how many “Christians” are out there who are spiritually dead?

One little girl turned to me. She frowned as she saw me.

Then all the kids turned to me. They just realized I was there.

Angrily they looked at me. I was very close to them. Even though they didn’t say anything, I knew they wanted me to go away immediately.

I shivered in disgust as I saw the worms crawling all over their bodies. But I noticed something interesting. These children’s eyes were so beautiful. Big and bright, clear and innocent like a baby’s eyes.

Their eyes were sparkling and shining on their filthy faces.

Jesus walked away from the children and found a rock to sit on. I walked over to Him and sat with Him.

He watched the children sadly. They were back digging in the ground.

Tears fell down the Lord’s face. "I long to hold them in My arms but they do not wish to come near. They keep moving away, getting closer and closer to the forest. They keep moving backwards without realizing it. Sooner or later, one day, they will find themselves in the woods. But it will be too late to escape as the beasts will prey on them straight away.”

How frightening. It is a tragic thing when one is not willing to crucify the flesh with its passions and desires.

Then I remembered about how beautiful these children’s eyes. "Lord, why their eyes so beautiful?”

"It symbolizes a sincere heart,” He replied. “These people sincerely loved Me but they never wished to give up their earthly desires. Now their hearts have turned away from Me because no servant is able to serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will stand by and be devoted to the one and despise the other.”

Now I see why Jesus was so heartbroken. I see why He loves the children so much. They used to love Him too. They used to be His children. Jesus longs to have them in His arms again as it used to be.

“And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.” (Galatians 5:24 – KJV)

Caves of Death

Jesus held my hand and took me walking to the next place.

The atmosphere changed as we walked. It became tense and eerie, and the sky grew darker and darker. We reached the place in a few minutes.

The sky had become completely dark when we arrived. No moon or stars up above, not even a single star.

I looked around to find out about the place, but saw only darkness. It was so thick I couldn’t even see my own hand.

This was unusual darkness. I felt that it was smothering me.

I held the Lord’s hand more tightly. I became alarmed. What is this place? Why is it so dark here?

"My daughter, look around you."

Right after Jesus said that, a luminous mist slowly descended from the sky. It then spread throughout the entire area, illuminating it with its soft yellow light.

The area became a little brighter like a dark room lit by a candle light. Not too bright, but enough to see everything decently.

There were high sturdy mountains all around me. It turned out I was at the foot of the mountains.

But they were no ordinary mountains. Each mountain had tiny caves all over it, from base to top. There were thousands and thousands of caves with the same size. From afar, the caves looked like little black holes all over those giant mountains.

Cave I: Cave of Disappointment

"Come, My daughter. Let’s take a look what’s inside those caves."

In the blink of an eye, we already stood in front of a cave.

I stepped inside cautiously. The cave was dark and cramped, measured around 6 m2.

The light from the mist outside barely reached inside the cave. A bit dark in there, it took my eyes some time to adjust to darkness.

My eyes fell upon something in the left corner.

Someone was sitting there. It surprised me to find anyone in there. I thought the dark cave was empty.

It was a man. He sat in the darkness with his head down.

The man was grimy. He wore gray, ragged clothes that looked so shabby and dingy. His hair and beard were long and unkempt. It seemed he hadn’t been taking care of himself for a long time.

He didn’t move at all.

I was just about to ask the Lord about this man when all of a sudden he looked up and stared at me.

He stared at me sharply. I froze.

Next thing he jumped to his feet! His sudden movement shocked me.

"ARRRRGHH....!!"

He screamed so loudly. Then grumbled indistinctly. The man looked angry.

"I am disappointed. I am so disappointed!” He shouted loud. "I am disappointed. I am so disappointed! I am disappointed. I am so disappointed!"

The same words repeated again and again.

"I hate God," he hissed. He looked at me in the eyes as if he wanted to convince me that he really hated God. “I'm very disappointed with God. For years I prayed to God for a good wife, but He doesn’t answer. Does He know I’m getting old? Does He know I feel lonely? I watched my friends got engaged and married while I’m still by myself.”

He spat on the ground.

"His promises are all lies!” he yelled out. “Not one of my prayers is answered. Prayers are useless, a waste of time! I’m so angry and disappointed with God. I just don’t understand why He doesn’t give me a soulmate while He gives others their soulmates. God certainly loves them more. God is unjust! What have I done to deserve this? I was faithful to Him!”

He snorted in disgust and grumbled again as he paced the tiny cave.

"AARRGGHH... “ he screamed again.

“AARRGGH... AAARRRGHH….AAAARGHHHH!!"

He screamed and screamed like crazy. Screaming out his frustration and anger.

As if not satisfied with just screaming, he began to punch the cave wall. He punched it hard, again and again.

Blood dripped down his fist. Yet he did not stop. He kept hitting the wall as hard as possible, with all his strength!

I heard sounds of bones cracking.

"AAAARGGGHHH.... AAAAAARGGGGHHHH… "

His screams echoed everywhere. This time not just screams of anger, but screams in pain as well. He must be in great pain! Yet he would not stop hitting the wall with his crushed fist.

More and more blood dripped down his fist. He was extremely hurting himself.

It was absolute horror. I didn’t know what to do to calm the man down, couldn’t even open my mouth to say something.

He finally stopped after some time.

Again he raved about the same disappointments as he paced the cave for a while. Then he went back to the dark corner, and sat down. He lifted his knees and put his head on them.

He became silent.

The man sat there, motionless.

As I still watched him closely, I detected a strange foul odor. It smelled like a decaying body.

I looked around to find where the smell might possibly came from, and then I realized that the odor was coming from the man.

“Is he dead, my Lord? Why does he smell like this? Wasn’t he still alive just now?” I was confused.

"My daughter," Jesus said, "Disappointments lead to spiritual death."

I startled. The man was stiff. He died in a sitting position.

Jesus didn’t say anything else. He looked at the man sadly, then took my hand and led me out of the cave.

Cave II: Cave of Sorrow and Distrust

As we headed to the next cave, I realized something. This whole area was very quiet. An eerie silence gripped the area with the feeling of death. I sensed the atmosphere of death so thick in the air.

We arrived at the next cave.

I entered, and once again found someone in the dark corner.

A woman this time; she was standing facing the wall. With her back to me, I couldn’t see her face. I just noticed her mid-length hair was pretty neat, curled under at the ends.

She wore shabby and dirty clothes. They were gray and ragged, like the man’s in the first cave. The woman stood still.

She was sad it seemed. I heard her sobbing quietly.

I was about to step closer when all of a sudden she turned around. She did it very quickly, so it shocked me. I stiffened as she looked at me with her sharp cold gaze.

"AAAARRGGHHH...."

She screamed out of the blue, with her eyes still fixed on me. Her scream was ladened with sorrow.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Next thing she was weeping and wailing, lamenting for something - for so long.

It was the most heartbreaking cry I’ve ever heard. She was really sad.

"Y-you know... “she spoke haltingly, her sobbing made it difficult to speak, "I have served God for so long…”

She took deep breaths several times to stop the sobbing.

"For many years,” she said more clearly now,”I have faithfully served the Lord. But do you know what I get in return? God took away my husband! God took him away from me! My husband died in a car accident!"

She cried hysterically. Tears streamed down her face again. She cried tears of rage.

"Why did He do this to me?" She raised her voice. "Is this the reward for all the sacrifices I made to Him all this time? Why did God do this to me when He knew exactly I’d be crushed into pieces because of it?

"Now I hate Him so much! He is not a loving Father! He is not merciful! Why did He let my husband die in a horrible car crash? God is cruel and heartless!"

She cursed God and spat a few times on the ground.

The woman began to weep again. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying too much.

I was speechless and didn’t know what to do. She was completely devastated.

"I thought God loved me…“she said softly, “but I was wrong.”

She put her face into her hands. “I miss my husband... I really miss my husband... I miss my husband… I really miss my husband…"she said it over and over again.

Jesus shed tears. I couldn’t hold back my tears too. She looked so miserable.

The woman cried and cried for a while, then stepped into the corner. She stood facing the wall as before. Motionless, like a lifeless wax statue.

All the crying and the wailing stopped. She became silent.

Once again the dreadful silence gripped as the smell of rotting body wafted. And I knew right away