The Bridge

 

There was a crash. And someone with human appearance took the little girl’s hand and led her away. The being was powerful and bright, and never looked once at the little girl.

 

“Why doesn’t he look at me?” she wondered. She walked along with him, and he was staring up into the brightness, and concentrating on something she could not see.

 

There were blackened trees everywhere, very bare and in stark contrast to the light around them. As they walked along, she asked him, “What are these trees, and why are they dead?”

 

Without looking down at her, he said, “The trees are alive. They are the trees you knew on earth, but compared to where you are going they seem dead.”

 

“Why don’t you ever look at me, or anywhere else? How do you watch where you are going when you are continually looking up?” she asked.

 

But he made no answer. As they walked along, she tried to look back, but there were only blackened trees and white mist and glowing light. She was groggy, and trying to remember what happened when she heard the crash.

 

The one with human appearance said to her, “Now you will start seeing more color, more life on this side of eternity. There is a bridge.”

 

She was confused. She was only 9 years old, and didn’t understand anything that was happening to her.

 

“Where is my Mother?” she asked. “Where is my Grandmother, and the rest of my family?” She was close to them.

 

“They have faith in the Righteous One. They can’t come with you right now, but they will soon. You will all be together again. Time is very slow where you came from.”

 

The leaves and trees and flowers began to appear, in the brightest colors she had ever seen. She heard water bubbling – a stream – she heard beautiful singing. She saw other children her age, walking in the same direction. She saw two other children playing in a field of flowers. But the one who was leading her just kept staring upwards.

 

“Why don’t you look in any other direction?” she asked again. She looked down, and realized they were walking on a floor that looked like glass. It went far down, and seemed like water because it had ripples in it. Even though it was moving, you could still walk on it.

 

Finally they stopped. A rainbow filled the air all around her. She felt wind against her face, and heard languages she didn’t understand. She looked up and saw a man with eyes like fire. She was frightened, and amazed, and stared up into his face. She sat down and looked up, totally amazed.  The man with eyes like fire started talking to the one who had led her here.

 

“You are finished with this little one, go to earth to your next assignment,” the One with eyes of fire said.

 

“Yes, my Lord,” and he vanished from their sight.

 

The little girl looked in front of her to the bare feet of the One with eyes of fire. She saw huge scars on his feet. She was frightened, but then he bent down and looked right into her eyes.

 

She asked very timidly, “Why did that man never look at me?

 

The One with the eyes of fire said, “The angels who watch children “Continually behold the face of My Father who is in heaven.” They stand in the presence of God. This is so they will, at a moment’s notice, be able to see My Father’s reactions and His directions. They will know His will instantly – they have a direct line. When you heard the crash, you left the earth, and you have been brought here. You will be taken care of now, and there won’t be anything bad anymore. We take very special care of children.”

 

“But what about my Mom and Grandma, and my family?”

 

He smiled at her and took her hand, and began to sing a song to her. She had never heard this song. She heard others singing as well.

 

There is a bridge

Just over the ridge

Where you will sing

And laugh and play

And your family will see you again

Sooner than you know

Because I have prepared a place

For you all to go

 

Behold, I make all things new.

 

 

 

 

Scriptures that this story is based upon:

 

“Eye has not seen, nor the ear heard, what God has prepared for them who love Him.”

 

I Corinthians 2:9

 

“Behold, I make all things new.”

 

Revelation 21:5

 

“See that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that their angels in heaven continually see the face of My Father who is in heaven.”

 

Matthew 18:10

 

The Latin word for “priest” is “bridge builder.” Jesus is our high priest, and in John chapter 14 He said, “I go to prepare a place for you.” He calls Himself the “Way” in the same chapter. Many times, as you walk along the way, you will encounter bridges. Bridges go over obstacles that keep you from getting where you need to go. Jesus is our bridge! He is the bridge to heaven! And he is building, or preparing a place for us. I think this will be a very beautiful place, and that it will have charming and wonderful bridges.

 

Jesus took everything out of the way to heaven. He paid for our sins on the cross, and there is nothing in the way to the presence of God!

 

“We have such a high priest, who has taken His seat at the right hand of the throne of the Majesty in the heavens…”

 

Hebrews 8:1

 

“…Since we have confidence to enter the holy place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way which He inaugurated for us through the veil, that is, His flesh, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith…”

 

Hebrews 10:19-22a

 

The “veil,” or curtain, was what kept people out of the holy place (the presence of God) in the Old Testament. When Jesus died on the cross it says “The veil (curtain) was torn from top to bottom” (Matthew 27:51).

 

This signified a new era, when people could now enter the presence of God and not be afraid! They could have confidence that God would hear their prayers!

 

We can draw near to the presence of God now, in anticipation of the future when He takes us all home.

 

This story is dedicated to those who have lost children, who are waiting for the day when Jesus calls them home, across the “bridge,” where they will see them again.

This is a fictional story  about a little girl who goes to heaven, and some of the things she sees as she is going there and after she arrives.  She is escorted by an angel and her journey is very mysterious until things are explained to her....

Author: Randy Stahla, copyright 2006.

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