When a soul is at stake.

I once had a dream in High School. Jesus was in the form of a cloud sweeping over the earth. Picking up the select for the rapture. I raised my hand and was being raised, then when my relief was gone I could not continue, I was let gently back down. In my heart I was willing to give up my spot for someone so wicked on this earth that they did not want Jesus. My spot was willingly given to someone who refused to be saved and I did not understand. If all that were chosen were willing to stay to help the lost, that is what I felt was my calling. A feeble mind will pray for the rapture to come sooner than later for they do not understand the souls at stake and lack compassion. The passion of the Christ is the willing select ready to give up what is promised to them for the evil of the evils of this earth and in doing so rid the earth of the most wicked so that others may have a chance at receiving grace and love that is Jesus. When a soul is lost all of the heavens weep, when a soul is found, all of the heavens rejoice. So let us rejoice and be glad in Him. Hope will never be lost.