Terror Of Judgement

I was very grieved last tues night. For the first time in too many years have I been so sad over an extended period of time.

I read the book of Amos and Holy Spirit really gripped my heart. I began to imagine Judgement Day. The phase before the heavenly kingdom. I was terrified. There was no laughter, no words spoken. Everyone, mass crowds of people all shared the same look. The look that said, "I have no more time". The look that said, "this can't be happening". At one side were people clothed in white robs and on the other, people in filthy rags. Before God lay all this people and satan pointing a finger to each one of them and shouting "Guilty!Guilty!Guilty!!" Jesus looks on. Not really. He hides His face with His 2 hands and sobs bitterly for every soul that was going on down to the eternal pit. He looked on to His saints. Not mentioning a word, His saints begin to weep and lament. They could have done more. They should have prayed more. No more time. It's all over for the millions and millions of souls getting pushed over the cliff into hell.

It didn't end. The agony continued. One verse caught me so badly I was almost crying. ".. screams as a woman in her birthpangs for the first time" Imagine thousands and thousands of screams just terrifying the court. I really couldn't take it. I had to cry. I needed to get this souls saved somehow while I still have the time. I want to go to the court of judgment clothing billions of people in righteous robes. I don't want to see my Jesus cry. I want satan's face to be filled with terror as only him and his minions go to the eternal pit!