Shakespeare said, “The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.” The resurrection will make the evil that men do live much longer and pose more difficulty than was ever imagined. The good that men do will return with them as a medal of honor to compliment their return to life.

      The heart will return to those places touched by love. It will also recoil from memories of pain and hardship incurred because of malicious actions. The deeds of both good and evil done in this life will play back in the grand time of regeneration. Some will find love and sweetness while others must seriously face those they injured. If people only knew what consequences evil deeds incur, they might not so easily think the grave secured their acquittal.

      The regeneration will bring men to their finest hour. Christ will rule with perfect governance. No wars, armament, doctors, nurses, lawyers, jails, criminal activity, locks, armies or navies, or any such thing. The regeneration will bring a time of blessing such as earth has never known.

      The searing pain was gone. Instead of roaring guns and exploding shells, I heard the lively sounds of chirping birds. I lay quietly—afraid to open my eyes—afraid to see my badly torn body. But my body felt relaxed. I wanted to move, but I laid still, listening to my breathing.
      I slowly opened my eyes. This wasn’t the hell I had been trapped in. A bouquet of flowers decorated the table next to my bed. This was no hospital room.
      My mind told me my left hand had been blown off—that only a stomp remained. Yet I was
looking at my left hand all in one piece. When I tried to move my left arm it responded
without pain—I was able to move my fingers easily. Did I dream up that terrible battle,
or were these peaceful surroundings a dream? I was totally confused.

      “It’s easy for you to pray and seek God when we are facing such an attack. You pray and I die. Is that how you want it?”

      “I was in shock when I left this world, and I’m still in shock. Last thing I knew my hand got blown away, and then as if nothing had happened in between, I find myself sitting here with the people I love. I can’t express my feelings.”

      Jake said, “Gustav, Christ doesn’t roll out the red carpet for anyone. You must roll out the red carpet for Christ. You have nothing to give him except obedience and appreciation.

      “Dad, its true the grades were changed but it was set up to look like I had done it, but I
didn’t. Dad, I want you to hear what I am saying. I didn’t change the grades.”

      “I’ve made too many mistakes. They are like weights pulling me under. I don’t have the
energy to bear these burdens anymore. I deserve to be miserable,” Reuben added, still
staring at the floor.

      “I’ve made too many mistakes. They are like weights pulling me under. I don’t have the
energy to bear these burdens anymore. I deserve to be miserable,” Reuben added, still staring
at the floor.

      “I hate them. I hate them for leaving me. And I hate you—your people—for the trouble
you’ve caused and the humiliation—for your successes. You people refuse to die off. You hold on, and you never give up—and then you succeed. But my own parents—they gave
up—they left me—a child—I hate them—I hate…” his voice trailed off, overcome
by the torrent emotions of his emotions.

      “I thought you had thrown me away—and I wondered who you were and why you
left me…”

      Finally Hitler shouted, “Where are all my soldiers, where is the glorious German army?
Where are all my generals and aides? Where am I? Tell me you idiot. I don’t want to
hear orders coming from you. I demand to know!”

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