I Wonder Where John Is

Wonder – to think or speculate curiously.

Several years ago, my husband showed me a Washington Post article about a man killed due to a robbery gone wrong. He asked, “Didn’t you work with him?” I looked at the picture. The headline read, “Southeast D.C. Man Killed.” I looked at the picture closer and instantly recognized him.

I cannot describe the heaviness in my heart because I felt like I failed him somehow. Upon his return from delivering meals to older adults every day, he always stopped by my office to talk trash. He was never disrespectful, and every time I mentioned “Jesus,” he would say something crazy like, “Jesus doesn’t know how to deal with me” or “Jesus doesn’t want me.” Then his following statement was, “Gotta run.” After that, he would then take off like a bullet. Imagine this behavior with a co-worker every day.

John was in his mid-sixties, and one day, our conversation switched to things happening in our time. I don’t know how the subject came up, but I recall him saying, “If a thug tries to rob me, one of us is going to die.” Well, not long after, a couple of young men overpowered and robbed him. According to the newspaper article, he put up a good fight but was no match for the two. The one who died was John. Wow, I thought, the power of our words.

I said to my LORD, “I wonder where John is. Lord, where is his soul? Why didn’t he accept you?” I worried Holy Spirit for months. I needed to know where his soul was. After all, everybody we talk to about the love of Christ must accept him. Right?

In a vision sometime later, I sat behind the driver in a limousine. On this bright and beautiful day, we pulled into what looked like a camping compound. People were everywhere, and there were so many different buildings. I wound the tinted window down to get a better look. Well, guess who walks up to the car? Yes. It was John.

I looked at him and said, “I thought you were dead.” He said, with outstretched arms, “Look at me. Do I look dead to you?” I had to admit, his dark skin was the most vibrant complexion I had ever seen. He glowed. It was clear that John had entered the Kingdom of GOD. I wanted to talk and ask him questions, but he said, as always, “Gotta run.” He took off running to what I sensed was a training session and didn’t want to be late.

I got out of the car and walked into an old chapel. Every pew was empty except one. I recognized a deacon I knew on this side, sitting alone, holding his Bible. We hugged. The vision ended. Now, one thing about this deacon before his transition is that he was passionate about winning souls for Jesus, and guess who was there? John. He made it in.

God Speaks to the Unsaved Daily

Job 33:14-18 (KJV)

For God speaketh once, yea twice, yet man perceiveth it not.
In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed;
Then he openeth the ears of men, and sealeth their instruction,
That he may withdraw man from his purpose, and hide pride from man.
He keepeth back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.