“I knew the time would come when we would arrive at this subject,” Eric sighed. “Yes, at one time you were on Earth. There a male and a female united together; but they were not married. They engaged in the process of developing a baby. The female became pregnant, and within her body the baby was alive and growing. Then, for various reasons, a decision was made to prevent the baby from being born. Consequently, the baby, as he was developing his natural body within the female, was killed. This occurred while he was still inside the female’s body. The dead baby was extracted from the ‘would be’ mother’s body. He was never born to live on Earth.”
Eric stopped talking. There was silence. Neither one of us said a thing. I could hear the water flowing in the ponds. Occasionally a gentle breeze blew by, but that seemed so far away-all of it. I was afraid to ask Eric the question that was slowly but decisively permeating my mind. If I asked him, did I really want an answer, and did I want it now?
“Eric,” I ventured, “I suspect that the story you just related is about me. Is that correct?”
“Yes,” hesitantly Eric responded. His face was sad, and I saw tears in his eyes. “It’s about you. You were killed before you were ever born. I was there. I saw it all, but I did not have the authority to prevent it from occurring. But you will learn, One Fifty-Five, that all being life, once it is initiated, never really ceases to exist. It simply changes forms and destinations. The Almighty One has planned and designed all of this.”
I was stunned to the point of being speechless. Here I was in Paradise Above, having been killed, unborn and dead, while on Earth. “How could this be?” I thought.
Eric again knew my very thoughts.
“Like you, One Fifty-Five, all babies that are killed below, before they are born, are immediately transported, not in their natural bodies, to live in Paradise Above in the Heaven of the Heavenlies. They are supernaturally transformed by the redeeming power of the Almighty One into adult male or female beings in tabernacle bodies, never to age, nor ever to experience death again. There are many like you here in Paradise Above. You will see many of them soon when we go to your first session. Up here, we angel spirit beings refer to all of you with the red robes, as Rubs,” Eric explained.
Eric seemed to be greatly relieved, as if some great burden had been lifted from him.
I sat there in that lounge chair, staring out into the blue above. My thoughts were afar off. I tried to remember if it was at all possible to recall the time I was killed. It was just a blank. I only remember the time when I first realized I was here in Paradise Above. Nothing, I concluded was in my memory before that.
“Are you all right?” Eric asked as he touched me on the shoulder.
“What’s that, Eric?” I responded as his touch reminded me of what he had recently unfolded to me.
“Are you all right?” he repeated.
“Yes, Eric, I’m all right. It’s difficult to understand being killed before one is born, yet being alive after being assumed dead.” I responded still puzzled by it all.
“Tell me, Eric, before you leave, what does Rub mean? You never did explain that.”
Eric raised his arms above his head again and left the ground ascending above the ponds and
the fruit trees, but then he stopped and looked down at me. “One Fifty-Five,” he shouted to
me. “Rub’ means Redeemed Unborn Baby.”
On Earth: “I think we know that,” said Ryan.
“Yeah, for sure,” chimed in Jake. “We celebrate mass in our church. We know Christ was crucified,” he insisted.
Melissa nodded her head in approval.
Jerusha, though, was somewhat perplexed. This was somewhat new to her, and she was taken aback in her mind about what she had just heard.
“Okay you guys,” responded Morey. “Just think this through. Was it a church that hung and died on the cross for your sins and mine? You know the answer. It was Jesus Christ and He alone that died and rose again. No church ever died for you or rose from the grave.”
“So that’s true for sure?” stated Ryan. “It certainly makes sense, but what makes you a Christian? Or, as Jake said, what is a Christian anyway?”
“Fair question, Ryan,” responded Morey. “It’s what you do with what you know. Paul clearly says in this great Roman letter of his, ‘if you shall confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus and shall believe in your heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, you shall be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation. For the Scripture says, whosoever believeth on Him shall not be ashamed. For there is no difference between the Jew and the Greek: for the same Lord over all is rich unto all that call upon Him. For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.’”
A lightning bolt hit Jerusha right in the heart-no difference between the Jew and the Greek. That was a revelation! Jesus is Lord of both, and is rich to all them that call upon Him. ‘What a marvelous truth,’ she thought. ‘I never knew this, or at least understood it. So that’s how one becomes a Christian. ‘How easy and so extraordinary,’ she thought as she burst out laughing and crying at the same time, while clapping her hands repeatedly!
Tears began to well up in Beth’s eyes as she moved over to Jerusha and hugged her. They both sat there looking at one another, holding hands, smiling and laughing together.