“You’re in an open public space that feels half-natural, half-architectural—concrete walkways threading through greenery like a stadium that grew out of the earth itself. It’s vast—larger than the SkyDome—yet not human-made. The forms are organic, as though mountains and air have shaped a great amphitheater.
You are not in the audience or on the stage but standing in a liminal place between, a zone of calm authority and settled joy. Your heart carries purpose fulfilled—nothing striving, nothing anxious—just quiet satisfaction at seeing things rightly ordered.
On the immense stage below, one person after another steps forward. Each time a figure appears, it’s as if creation itself conducts a kind of natural proceeding about them—their identity being proclaimed, their essence read aloud by the world around them. No judge, no bureaucracy: the hills, wind, and light seem to recognize who they are and bear witness in turn. The assembly applauds, but the crowd remains unseen; the sound feels like the breathing of creation rather than human hands.
A woman appears, with a child—son or daughter, indistinct. Farther off, perhaps four levels away, you think you glimpse a familiar face, but she is peripheral, of no weight in the vision.
Beside you stands a woman resembling your mother, someone who remembers your earlier life. You allow her to stand with you in this in-between space—privileged though not a privilege you have given, neither part of the assembly nor the performers. With a gentle half-smile you remark,
“That was the girl from my younger years—do you remember?”
The comment holds no sting, only recognition. Your peace remains untouched.
No visible announcer directs the event. All of nature orchestrates it—as if wind, water, and sky take turns calling each name, unveiling each life. The whole scene feels like the cosmos itself celebrating restored order, the living world acting as herald and judge in perfect harmony.”
“For the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God.”
— Romans 8:19
“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.”
— Psalm 19:1
“For I think that God hath set forth us the apostles last, as it were appointed to death: for we are made a spectacle unto the world, and to angels, and to men.”
— 1 Corinthians 4:9
“Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts: and then shall every man have praise of God.”
— 1 Corinthians 4:5
