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Dream of Heaven


by Fr Duncan McVicar on 25/08/2014 -

I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels. My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, “This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received.” I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous  paper sheets and scraps from people all over the  world. Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section. The angel then said to me, “This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them.” I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth. Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing. “This is the Acknowledgement Section,” my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed. ”How is it that there is no work going on here?” I asked. “So sad,” the angel sighed. “After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgements.” “How does one acknowledge God’s blessings? “I asked. “Simple,” the angel answered. Just say, “Thank you, Lord.” “What blessings should they acknow-ledge?” I asked. “If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep  you are richer than 75% of this  world. If  you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and  spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8%  of the world’s wealthy. If  you woke up this morning with more health than  illness. You are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day. If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the  agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation…  you are ahead of 700 million people in the  world. If  you can attend a church without the fear of  harassment, arrest, torture or death you are  envied by, and more blessed than, three billion  people in the world. If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you’re unique to all  those in doubt and despair…” “Ok,” I said. “What now? How can I start?”

 




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