This week's message Pray for the people of India

If you haven't followed the news India suffered a horrible terrorist attack. While you and I were celebrating thanksgiving people of India are morning the grief filled lost of their family members. One hundred and ninety eight killed not as combatants but simply victims of someone’s mastermind of hate and destruction. There is nothing I can begin to do or think of that can help them with their pain. I'm not in their shoes, so I thought I do what I know how to and that is to write a message.
Dear Angels, I knock at the gate is anyone home? I know it's not my time to come home. However, if someone can just come to the gate for a moment I won’t be long. Why must the scrolls of names be so long? Why must the roll call be of so many innocents? Can I embrace the cloth of our Father? Maybe I can just rest on the gate for a moment?

And just in that moment I felt something beneath my sore feet? Just like that? The mighty horns of sound of the Kings of Kings and, Lords and Lords and the gates open. I noticed three rows of herald angles singing. I wonder if this could be? They sing with the trumpets so loud my body resonates all over. And then behold the light of the King. It's so clear there is no haze. No darkness, just a marvelous definition of an awe inspiring light.

Moreover, it speaks to me behold. There are no words no message; just presence. I kneel down and bow my head to prey. I know I can pray for anyone or anything. I know I can pray for my family, or I can pray for myself. I knew it was ok. Our Father, my lord is at his throne and awaits my words.

I look up on more time before bowing my head. Wow it's so beautiful. I feel the light across my shoulders and head. As if God touched me. I said silently with my thoughts. “For them, I prey”

The message:

When the gates for heaven open who are you going to prey for? In a sea of questions are you going to be in position to receive your marvelous light? Furthermore, in such case what are you going to ask for? Please prey for others and prey for our fallen brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. No mater were they are or race or country. Because when I saw those beautiful angles I didn't notice their skin color only there love.

May God help the people, the fallen, the risen and the lost.

Maurice Peebles