Your day in court will come one day, so make sure that you have good

After living a “decent” life my time on earth came to an end. The first
thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought
to be a court house. The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and
have a seat by the defense table.

As I looked around I saw the “prosecutor,” he was a villainous looking gent
who snarled as he stared at me, he definitely was the most evil person I
have ever seen. I sat down and looked to my left and there sat my lawyer, a
kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed very familiar to me.

The corner door flew open and there appeared the judge in full flowing
robes. He commanded an awesome presence as he moved across the room and I
couldn’t take my eyes off of him. As he took his seat behind the bench he
said “Let us begin.”

The prosecutor rose and said “My name is Satan and I am here to show you why
this man belongs in hell.” He proceeded to tell of lies that I told, things
that I stole and in the past when I cheated others. Satan told of other
horrible perversions that were once in my life and the more he spoke the
further down in my seat I sank. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t look at
anyone, even my own lawyer, as the Devil told of sins that even I had
completely forgotten about.

As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me, I was
equally upset at my representative who sat there silently not offering any
form of defense at all. I know I had been guilty of those things, but I had
done some good in my life — couldn’t that at least equal out part of the
harm I’ve done?

Satan finished with a fury and said “This man belongs in hell, he is guilty
of all that I have charged and there is not a person who can prove
otherwise. Justice will finally be served this day.”

When it was his turn, my lawyer first asked if he might approach the bench.
The judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan, and beckoned him
to come forward.

As he got up and started walking I was able to see him now in his full
splendor and majesty. Now I realized why he seemed so familiar, this was
Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior.

He stopped at the bench and softly said to the judge “Hi Dad” and then he
turned to address the court. “Satan was correct in saying that this man had
sinned, I won’t deny any of these allegations. And yes the wages of sin is
death and this man deserves to be punished.”

Jesus took a deep breath and turned to his Father with stretched arms and
proclaimed “However, I died on the cross so that this person might have
eternal life and he has accepted me as his Savior, so he is mine.”

My Lord continued with “His name is written in the book of life and no one
can snatch him from me. Satan still does not understand yet, this man is
not to be given justice but rather mercy.” As Jesus sat down, He quietly
paused, looked at his Father and replied “There is nothing else that needs
to be done, I’ve done it all.”

The Judge lifted his mighty hand and slammed the gavel down and the
following words bellowed from his lips — “This man is free — the penalty
for him has already been paid in full. Case dismissed.”

As my Lord lead me away I could hear Satan ranting and raving “I won’t give
up, I’ll win the next one.”

I asked Jesus as he gave me my instructions where to go next. “Have you
ever lost a case?” Christ lovingly smiled and said “Everyone that has come
to me and asked me to represent them has received the same verdict as you .
. .


— Author Unknown

About Roger Overweg

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