Scene at the Great White Throne Part I

[AVBunyan]

“And I laid me down in that place to sleep: And as I slept I dreamed a Dream. I dreamed a dream, and behold:”

God: “Well, Mr. BW, I see you finally made it to the great white throne.”

Mr. BW: “Yes, Lord it is good to see you face to face. You know direct access to thee has been pretty hard considering the church I belong to, you know with Mary, the saints and all that I have to go through to get to you.”

God: “Yes, I understand perfectly.”

Mr. BW: “I wish I could have come dressed a little better. I'm sorry for the rags I have on – I had such a nice set of clothes on before I got here but something seems to have happened on the way up – must have been a rough trip I guess.”

God: “No need to apologize for you are dressed quite appropriately for this occasion.”
Now, Mr. BW, now that you have my ear what do you have to say for yourself?”

Mr. BW: “Well, Lord, I've been a faithful son of the church for many a year; I've been sprinkled and baptized; I've partaken of the mass every time the doors were opened believing it was the literal body and blood of your son; confessed to my father….”

God: “Now, Mr. BW, we take Matt. 23:9 literally up here so, be careful.”

Mr. BW: “Well, you know Lord that is just a matter of interpretation. What I meant was that I confess my sins to the holy priest…..”

God: “You mean, baalite priest, don't you?

Mr. BW: “Oh, you just got that from that book of Protestant lies called “Two Babylon” by Alexander Hislop. I can't believe a man would print such mean and false facts…I mean, huh, misrepresentations of my religion!”

God: “You were saying, Mr. BW.”

Mr. BW: “Anyway, I've given faithfully, read my prayer book, prayed with my beads, read my bible…”

God: “You are right on that one, Mr. BW, that bible may be yours for it sure is not my Bible for it reads different than the one I wrote.”

Mr. BW: “Well, we have our bible and you have yours – every man has that right.”

God: “For the record would you mind giving me an explanation on where that one came from?”

Mr. BW: “Oh, yes, Lord, this bible came from the Vaticanus and Siniaticus manuscripts, you know the most ancient and reliable ones available!”

God: “And where did the scholars come up with these?”

Mr. BW: “Siniaticus was found in a monastery at the foot Mt. Sinai, you know, where Moses gave us the law.”

God: “Interesting that this manuscript is associated with the law.”

Mr. BW: “And Vaticanus was found a trash can in the library at St. Peters!”

God: “Well, they should have left it there.”

Mr. BW: “Oh no, Lord, this is where the new translations came from.”

God: “Yes, I know for I willed it to happen so as to help corrupt the body of Christ and create confusion so the one world religion and government could come into play in the last days. Now, Mr. BW, would you mind giving further light on this for the record.”

Mr. BW: “Yes, you see these manuscripts were snuck into the Revision Committee over in England in 1881. The committee was duped, oh, I mean, convinced that because of their preservation on vellum scrolls that these were the oldest and most authentic manuscripts available. They called this the RV and then it went to America in 1901 and became the AV 1901 and after that it became the NASV, the RSV, Good News, Living Bible and finally that wonder of wonders, the NIV! Amazing, now fundamentalists and Protestants are all reading Roman Catholic bibles and don't even know it! Oh goodie, goodie, goodie!!!”

God: “Yes, your church pulled off a good one there and I commend your church for it's typical and though corruption of my word. It is a shame that people think that all the new translations are just updates of the AV1611 and don't know that the AV1611 came from a completely different set of manuscripts than all the new translations are built upon. Now back to your testimony.”

Mr. BW: “Oh, yes, well I've said many a vain repetitions as prayers, did good things for others, gave lots of money for charities, believed the church fathers, and well, basically when I became a convert I just pulled myself up by my own boot straps and here I am!”

God: “Mr. BW that is quite a personal testimony but where is my Son in all that?”

Mr. BW: “Oh, he is right next to me on my dresser hanging on the cross. He is there every morning when I get up.”

God: “No I don't mean how you see my Son but what part did He play in your conversion?”

Mr. BW: “Oh, I believe he died for my sins, we all believe that, but we believe that Christ just opened the door and made the way possible so we can, by our good works, be made acceptable to you. We, by faith, believe that you will accept our good works! We are not like those others who trust your Son's sacrifice alone for we believe Christ didn't do enough and we want to help him out a bit.”

God: “Mr. BW you certainly put a lot of effort into your salvation but all I can say to you is, depart from me for I never knew you. Now please stand aside for there is an angel waiting to throw you into a lake of fire.”

Mr. BW: “But Lord, what about him over there that deceived AVBunyan?”

God: “Well, AVBunyan, what do you have to say for your salvation?”

AVBunyan: “I am a poor sinner trusting in the shed blood of Jesus Christ alone.”

God: “You see, Mr. BW, how simple that was. If righteousness come by the law, then Christ is dead in vain.”

God: “Now, Mr. BW, we have head enough, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels.”

So I awoke, and behold it was a Dream

[PeterAV]

Thanks AV Bunyan.

[Corpus]

After winning several archery contests, a young and rather boastful champion challenged a master who was renowned for his skill as an archer. The young man demonstrated remarkable technical proficiency when he hit a distant bull's eye on his first try, and then split that arrow with his second shot.

"There," he said to the old man, "see if you can match that!"

Undisturbed, the master did not draw his bow, but rather motioned for the young archer to follow him up the mountain. Curious about the old fellow's intentions, the champion followed him high into the mountain until they reached a deep chasm spanned by a very flimsy and shaky log. Calmly stepping out onto the middle of the unsteady and perilous bridge, the old master picked a far away tree as a target, drew his bow and fired a clean, direct hit.

"Now it is your turn," he said, as he gracefully stepped back onto the safe ground.

Staring frozen with terror into the seemingly bottomless and beckoning abyss, the young man could not force himself to step out onto the log, much less shoot at a target.

"You have great skill with your bow," the master said, sensing his challenger's predicament, "but you have very little skill with the mind that lets loose the shot."

[Adam 1611]

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