After that horrifying experience, I tried to pull my composure together for my presentation before the Lord. Cautious optimism was the order of the day as my lukewarm presentation began giving an account of my works, which were recorded in the books concerning what accomplishments on earth might merit treasures in heaven. My wish was to be hopeful of getting rewards until my memory flashed a horrifying thought in my mind. People's works are as filthy rags compared to God's on His throne. This was easy to see when standing before the throne. Faith and imagination was not needed here because Jesus' dimension of time-space was reality. He rewards us after we become Spirit-filled Christians for good works, which were done for Him, not for ourselves. My confidence slipped away and skeptical thoughts began to flash into my rattled mind. My focus of thought was scattered about because the Holy Spirit was not in me to direct my presentation. I began to realize my presentation was in desperate trouble for if I was a Christian where was the Holy Spirit? Crying out for the Holy Spirit to help was useless for there was nothing -just-dead silence. My soul began to tremble uncontrollably when, a disturbing noise began to increase beside me. Maybe the Holy Spirit is coming to help me?

Desperately glaring at the direction of the noise brought great disappointment for it was the angel over the altar of fire, not the Holy Spirit. He had an unexplainable sneer on his time-weathered face while drumming his fingers on the ladle's handle with anxious anticipation. His fingers made a disturbing tapping sound, which echoed the expanse, giving me the shivers, and distracted my focus of thought. The Bible had taught me this angel was the one who brings ladles of fire to test the quality of people's deeds to receive a reward. My intuition told me he was ready to get at me.

To my amazement, Jesus began to get very upset with me. This was unexpected for I believed my good works equated to a Christian, which should win me rewards. After finishing my presentation concerning a good deed, Jesus would angrily bang His clenched fist against the armrest of the throne. What seemed like fire and sparks splattered everywhere from the mighty impact as my teeth rattled and the platform shook. Jesus then forcefully motioned with the sharp sickle in his hand at the angel to test (1 Corinthian 3:12-17) my previously stated works with fire. The angel's expression turned to a torturing grin as he slowly poured the hot acidity fire from the ladle over my works and me. They burned and the fire ate at my soul with torment James 5:3). Fire on earth cannot harm the soul but the fire from the altar, which the angel used, ate like acid on my soul as it tested the quality of what I was presenting. Fear was crawling over me as pain crackled down my spine.
There was a sharp decline in my composure and presentation. Disruptive thoughts Hooded my rattled mind concerning what words to use in defending: my good works.

Stammering I said, "Jesus this is not fair, for my good works must receive rewards." Again, my presentation contained another good work, thinking it was commendable, but with less optimism, and the same hair-raising results continued. Jesus judged my actions were not worthy to pass the Book of Works Revelation 20:12).

Each time Jesus asked, "Why did you do what you just told me you did?" I had to answer, "For myself, not You, Jesus".

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A disturbing thought (lashed by, "Oh, woe is me!" Then Jesus gestured at the Keeper over the book of works again. The Bookkeeper sneered at me again as he opened my works to the place assigned to nation judging. Again, my thoughts were trouble, and torment crawled all over my decrepit soul. Gasping for self-control was hard because there was nothing recorded which showed effort to keep my nation a disciple nation. I retorted angrily at Jesus hoping an offensive answer would help. "Nobody in the Church explained to me that nation-judging involved me personally. Seldom was anybody taught to get involved in government affairs or to influence them toward Christian values. This is unfair!" My mouth blurted out frantically. Jesus judged my works had not fulfilled the effort necessary to pass the section of the test labeled Great Commission (Matthew 28:19-20).

My assigned eye, the seventh one that watched lukewarmers had become dark red and puffy as it cried sorrowful tears of my own blood. The blood seemed energized and different than on earth, for it appeared to have a rich glow of energy as it hit the floor by Jesus' feel. Power from the droplets dancing on the hot platform was transferred from the splatters to Jesus. Then shock hit me as insight came, this power should have been mine for doing good works for Jesus. Sadly, for me this power was being returned to Jesus for my miserable works had failed to meet His righteous judgments. My being was traumatized further as more blood droplets hit the floor. I could see more rewards vanishing before my eyes. My grief was heavy-laden by a force that only extreme divine shame could produce.

The other six eyes were impatiently slicing tin-cosmos with their sharp laser-like headed glances. They must have wanted to have some of their assignments tested and it made me shiver uncontrollably. Then Jesus with fire coming from His awesome eyes looked at the Keeper of the Book of Life and angrily nodded as He cut the air with His sharp sickle in a hostile gesture. The Bookkeeper opened the Book of Life to where my name had been electrotype set and fused into print before time began (Revelation 13:8, 17:18) on this earth to participate in my unique assigned testing cycle. My soul shook with awe as I saw where my name had been blotted out of the Book of Life. Everyone else could view it also because the Bookkeeper held the verdict up for others and turned in a mocking way around and around with a smirk on his face so all could see.

"This is not fair!" I cried. Then quickly I mounted a frantic and staunch defense for my lukewarm actions and unforgiving spirit. I further recounted how Satan had deceived me into believing 1 could love Jesus and the world like two half brothers (Lukewarm). Jesus roared like a Lion loudly enough to shake the platform;

"I NEVER KNEW YOU, AWAY FROM ME YOU EVILDOER!" (Matthew 7:23).

My thoughts became hostile and argumentative. Words began lo come out of my mouth against Jesus' righteous judgments. "Jesus, You could have overridden Satan and saved me. You could have nudged somebody in the many different Churches to warn me about Your harsh judgment. I thought we could talk things out and besides they told me You were a loving and understanding judge, not this!"