The Party

Hi again. I am glad you are reading this. Thank you. Today I decided to tell you another story of one of those pictures, like a movie short, that you see in your mind, that God used to tell me a truth.

I found myself, standing in a very elegant, very large room. There are very many people in that room, but we are not crowded in tightly. Everyone is well dressed. Woman in various versions of black cocktail dresses, and men in coats and ties and some in tuxes. We are being served vintage champagne in crystal glasses and served expensive little portions of food. People are in small groups "chatting", groups of 3-5 or so. By chatting, I mean, it's like being at an event where you don't really know people and you are having some kind of small talk. Okay, the scene is set. Put yourself there in your tux and tie, or that black cocktail dress, with shoes, not made for walking in.
You are in a group, chatting about something and you start to realize, this is empty and unsatisfying. You are not enjoying the conversation. It begins to feel, emptier and shallower. You look across the room and see a bench, like one you'd see in a park. On that bench, someone is seated, and suddenly, you realize, it's God. As you begin to walk towards Him, you realize that you are shrinking down, that dress doesn't fit anymore and you are wearing the clothes of a little kid, and in fact you are a little kid too. As you get to the bench, you find yourself, closer to the height of God, sitting on the bench. (God the Father) No one appears to notice Him at all, and frankly neither did you before.
Now, as you get to Him, you hop up on the bench next to Him, and begin to have a real conversation. Leaning up to Him, you sense His affection for you and you begin to have affection for Him. You feel comfortable with Him, at home, with Him and in yourself too.
Sitting there, with Him, you notice an interesting phenomena, and that is, that people here and there begin to see Him, and they too shrink down to the size of a kid. They also approach Him and climb up on the bench. No one in the room sees, or pays attention to any of this. They go about the motions of enjoying the party.
I ask Him. "Father, why can't they see you?" and He answers me, "Unless you become like a little child, you can't see the Kingdom of God."