This morning I could see a wall. The wall could not be breached. It appeared to be cinder block, white or gray in color and infinitely high.
Somebody started running toward the wall. They ran like they were going to break through it, or die trying.
As soon as they got to the wall, God's hand came down and raised the wall off the ground.
The runner shot right under it.
As the runner realized that he had gone under the wall, he came to a sliding stop.
This area beyond the wall was vast, without borders, and dark. The scene was illuminated from above. There was nothing there but vast, limitless blackness.
The runner looked around, then started running again.
I thought this was something for the church I was visiting, which it was, but is was really for me-
I was the runner!
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