The sun was rising on the start of a perfect day. The shades of dawn played symphonies like wings of doves strumming on harps of gold. A hundred and forty-four thousand people were singing around the throne. And when John turned, he saw them as virgin brides, white-robed, unblemished, perfect and pure as light.
“These are the robes that were promised in the letters,” the angel said. “These are the clothes He promised in the story of the wedding feast.” Then John remembered, but remembered too how Jesus had told them, “Be perfect.”
“You will be perfect at the end.”
© Sheila Deeth, May 2009
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Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
And so the story continues.
Another version puts it otherwise: "Be compassionate". And what if in some situations these two precepts clash with each other? :-)
Great job, as always - a lot of blessings and best wishes - S.