I envisioned, this morning, that as I was entering into heaven I passed down a gauntlet of all the people I had harmed in this life, their children, and their children, and their children.
The line was so long it vanished to a point. With trepidation I entered the gauntlet expecting a beating and perishing before I could escape my past.
To my surprise, as I walked past each victim of my selfish soul I heard them say, "I forgive you." By the time I reached the end of the line I was at God's throne.
