“Words and actions mean nothing here,” he said. “In passing judgment we consider only motives. They are everything. Remember that. It is the motives behind all actions that are important.”
So saying, he turned to an aged man, who was writing in a book, and asked: “Any prayers?”
“Yes, a young woman kneels at his bed.”
“You shall return to earthly existence for a time then,” the judge said, raising his hands. “Heed well my words.”
Then I saw a great light swell from some invisible source, and, as I looked, there seemed to be ragged scars in his palms that ran red.
When finally I opened my eyes I was again in my little bed, with Estelle and the doctor standing by. Eventually I recovered from my serious wound.
The weird vision that I had while on the operating table, though, has always been a great mystery to me. Dreams are nothing unusual for me, but this was so entirely different from anything that I have ever experienced before! I have spoken of it many times and to many people. They have not laughed, but have listened in astonishment.
What was it, I wonder? Was it the effect of the anesthetic upon my weakened system? Was it the wild distortion of my brain or, when life is flickering on the brink of eternity, are we actually brought face to face with our Creator? Will this question ever be answered in life? I wonder!
OTIS TREVOR.