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    I could not find my thread with my story, so I posted it again. I hope it will be a useful witnessing tool to some of you!

    "The Glorious Hall"

    I was only going to be in town for a couple of weeks, and there were many
    Places I wanted to visit. Chief on my list was the "Glorious Hall" on the
    Basement floor of the "University of Intellectual Enlightenment."

    I walked down the steps to the basement of the university inhaling the
    Lively scent of pine. I was struck by the beauty of the place. Upon the
    Walls were carved reliefs of the worlds most famous universities, and the
    Faces of the worlds greatest thinkers. I read my brochure and learned that
    There was a group of one hundred and fifty of the worlds most intelligent people
    Cloistered together in the Great Hall. These people had been there, deep in
    Thought and contemplation for the past 27 years. My mind thrilled at the
    Wonders they must have discovered.

    As I stepped into the dimly lit interior of the basement I could hear
    Voices, and see people conversing excitedly with one another. I heard
    Languages from all over the world, all of them caught up in deep
    Conversations. My heart skipped a beat; I knew I was in a very special

    There was an older woman sitting in one corner of the room. I saw her
    Carefully observing the conversations which were taking place around her,
    And making notes in a book she held upon her lap.

    I approached her and questioned her about what she was doing.

    "I am listening", she said, giving added emphasis to the word "listening".
    The woman had a sweet face; her eyes were grey and seemed to possess great
    Brushing a white strand of hair behind her ear, she continued.

    "You know my dear", she said, "the greatest discoveries of mankind are said
    To be made by accident."

    "Oh, yes, I know", I replied, as I took a seat in a chair next to hers.

    The old woman gestured with a knobby, age worn hand at the crowd of people
    In the room. "Someone here may have the one seemingly insignificant piece of
    Information, which nevertheless is the key to solving one of the worlds
    Greatest mysteries."

    I felt a chill run up my spine, "oh my, that is just fascinating", I

    I sat quietly beside her, not wanting to disturb her thoughts. I planned to
    Ask her, at the end of the day, if she would let me hold her book and study
    Her notes.

    I inhaled deeply. If there were actually such a place as heaven, it must be
    Something like this. I had always been very curious, even as a young child.
    My mother had called me her little "red headed firebrand", the memory made
    Me chuckle. I closed my eyes and basked in the atmosphere of this place, it
    Was dark, cool, and meditative. I felt happy, fulfilled, it was my dream to
    Share the same space with enlightened people such as myself. I knew that
    Someday I would be a professor in a great university.

    My mind drifted to another old woman I had met that day, and the thought
    Spoiled my mood. A playground was situated on campus in such a way that you
    Had to walk directly in front of it on your way to the Great Hall. The walk
    To the Great Hall was a long one, and there were many concrete steps to
    Climb to teach the entryway. There were only a few park benches on the
    Grounds, and they were full to capacity with people resting before ascending
    The steps. I managed to squeeze in beside an old lady who was sitting out in
    The blazing sun, watching her grandchildren play, and reading a bible. If I
    Had not needed the rest, I would have passed up the seat.

    I can't imagine spending my whole life as an intellectually paralyzed
    Fundamentalist. This is exactly what I told the old lady when she began to
    Witness to me. I let her know that I had gone to church many times in my
    Life, and that I had studied the works of some of the worlds greatest
    Theologians. After hearing about my experiences she even admitted that she
    Probably did not have anything to offer me. I felt a little pang of guilt
    Now as I remembered our conversation. I did not have to be so rude to her. I
    Guess she caught the brunt of my frustration due to all the bible thumpers I
    Had been running from lately. There was a revival taking place on my own
    Campus, and the fundamentalists were equating many of the teachings at our
    University with Satan. I had had enough of that to last me for a lifetime.

    The old lady had meant me no harm, I should have been nicer to her. If she
    Chose to spend her life never thinking beyond her narrow view of the bible,
    Who was I to tell her she was wrong. I was pursuing happiness in my own way,
    And she should have the same right.

    My train of thought was interrupted by a pair of gentlemen who were
    discussing the unified field theory, I love that topic. Next to them was a
    another group who were trying to guess what profound subject was being
    discussed in the "inner sanctum" by the group behind the heavy wooden doors.
    That is exactly what I was wondering, I wanted to be a fly on the wall in

    A hush fell over the room and someone whispered, "this is it". Entering the
    basement was a trail of people carrying serving trays. They crossed the huge
    room and headed for the doors to the "inner sanctum."

    You could have heard a pin drop as the doors squeaked open. People were
    holding their breath, every ear in the place turned toward the open doorway
    straining for even the slightest fragment of conversation coming from that
    room. I began to hear a muffled symphony of data emerging from the greatest
    minds on earth, but I was unable to pick out any individual words. I forced
    myself to concentrate like never before, this might be my one and only

    It was over in an instant and the room once again erupted with conversation.
    I had not been able to make out one single word. I had never been so
    disappointed in all my life.

    I headed toward one of the people with the serving trays. I begged him to
    tell me what they were discussing inside.

    "I have only shared those details with a few people over the years", the man
    "But sir, I have traveled all the way across the country for this", I
    entreated him. "I may never be able to come back here again, can't you
    understand that this is the most important thing in the world to me?"

    I saw something register in his eyes, a recognition of some sort, he handed
    his tray to another employee. "Has your whole life been a quest for
    knowledge", he asked me.

    "Yes, it absolutely has", I replied.

    "I thought so", he said. "I will tell you what I know".

    Someone in the crowd shouted, "the code words" and he pointed at me. "That
    girl must know the code words because the guy with the serving tray is
    talking to her."

    This started a stampede and the man grabbed my arm and rushed me into a
    hidden room near the back of the Great Hall. Once safely inside, he offered
    me a seat. "Don't question me about the code words", he said.

    "Okay", I replied.

    He seated himself across from me. "I am going to give you only certain
    information, when I am done, you must leave".

    "That's fine", I said, "I will take any information you choose to give me".
    I was lightheaded with anticipation.

    He clasped his hands and leaned forward in his chair. "What I am about to
    tell you is not to be spoken of to the general public. There will be people
    in your life whom you will share this information with, you will know them
    when you meet them.

    "How will I..."

    "Shhh", he interrupted me. "When I am done, I will allow you a couple of
    questions, but not until then, do you understand."

    I responded that I understood.

    He sat back into his chair. "When this conference began twenty seven years
    ago, it was supposed to last for one week, and there was a list of topics
    which were to be covered. I was in the room on the very first day, serving
    coffee and doughnuts to the participants. The meeting was called to order
    and three men in the group were handed pens and pads of paper. These men
    were to be the official note takers during that week. One of the men who was
    assigned to take notes asked a question, now historic, which is known only
    to those inside."

    I was hanging upon this man's every word. I could not believe that out of
    the hundreds of people in the Great Hall, only I was sitting here, about to
    hear the greatest secret of all time. I felt as though I had reached the
    very apex of my existence in that moment.

    "I will never forget that day", the man continued. "I watched the note taker
    write the date on the upper left corner of his page, then he began to look
    at his pen, to turn in over and over in his hand with wonder. The rest of
    the group asked him what he was doing. He told them that he was questioning
    the reality of his pen. He told them that he wondered if his own fingers
    which held his pen were real, was the paper he had just written the date
    upon real, or were these things merely perceived to be real by those in
    attendance. There were gasps heard throughout the room, and this question is
    what sparked the conversation which still continues within this group to
    this very day."

    I laughed.

    The man looked at me sternly, "I am not joking" he said.

    I stopped laughing, I held up my brochure, "what about the hundreds of
    articles published in scientific journals all over the world that were
    supposed to have been written in the Great Hall."

    "Those articles were indeed written in the Great Hall, but they have nothing
    To do with the cloisted group of scientists."

    I admit I was a bit miffed, "then just exactly who wrote them," I asked.

    The man rose from his seat, opened the door just a crack, and pointed toward the
    Corner to where the old woman sat taking notes, "she did," he said.

    "You mean to tell me she is the one who wrote all the articles?" I was
    Stunned to the core of my being," and after twenty seven years with the
    Greatest minds on earth together in one place, that the meeting has not even
    Started yet?"

    I saw sympathy in his eyes, "I am afraid so" he replied.

    My stomach churned, I felt dizzy. My intellect grasped desperately for some
    Way to assimilate this information. The man placed a cold, wet washcloth
    Into my hands. I thanked him, and buried my face into it. I felt so cheated,
    I suddenly felt as though I had wasted my whole life. I had spent every cent
    I had saved over the first three years of college to get here, and I
    Suddenly felt surrounded by profound darkness. I felt as though I were
    Covered in cobwebs, and breathing in death. I began to gag, and I ran from
    The room, my mind reeling.

    I needed fresh air, I raced down the concrete steps and out into the
    Afternoon sun. I remembered the guilt I felt over the way I had responded to
    The old woman on the park bench. I had seen something in her, something
    Good, it was that something which made me feel bad for the way I had treated
    Her. I realized I was crying and I remembered what she had said to me. It
    Must have been a Scripture. It was about coming to give "them" life more
    Abundantly, or something like that. I realized at that moment exactly what I
    Had seen in her, it was LIFE, she was an old woman, and yet her eyes had
    Been brimming with LIFE. I needed to see her at that moment more than I'd
    Ever needed anyone else.

    I panicked thinking that she might be gone, but she was still there. As I
    Ran toward her, she looked up at me and smiled. I stopped just short of the
    Bench and began to spout out an apology. The old woman simply welcomed me
    With outstretched arms.

    When I first began this story I told you I had only planned to be in town
    For a couple of weeks, that was true, but as it turns out I have now been
    Here for the better part of fifty years. This is where my best
    Friend, and greatest mentor was laid to rest many years ago. Her name was Sophie, you
    Would know her as the old woman on the park bench. I accepted the Lord Jesus
    Christ as my Savior the day I met her, and was reborn.

    I did go on to become a professor and I had a wonderful career. I taught at
    A local bible college until I retired a few years ago. I still love science and keep
    Myself up to date on all the latest advances.

    I feel I am at the very apex of my existence as I write this story. I am
    Sitting on the park bench in front of the Great Hall watching my
    Grandchildren play. Just in case you wondered, the same conversation still
    Continues behind the wooden doors in the Great Hall. As the old scientists
    Died off, they were replaced by young, fresh ones. It is no wonder that all
    Of mankind's greatest discoveries are made by accident.

    As I watch my grandchildren play, I am also keeping an eye out for the
    Disillusioned and heart broken young people who emerge from the Great Hall.
    I am so thankful to the Lord for allowing me to become one, in a line of
    Many women who guide His sheep home into His Arms. There have been many over
    The years, I have known them all when I have seen them.

    The way things in this world are going I would not be a bit surprised if the
    Rapture happened within the next five seconds, but until it does, I will
    Keep at my post. If necessary there will be another to take my place some day.
    I always welcome each new member of the fold with
    Open arms, and I always tell them the very same story I have just told you.
    I stand with Israel, now and forever.
    Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.

  • #2
    now that was a cool story!


    • #3
      Thank you Miss Ice Bear!
      I believe the Lord inspired me to write it
      I stand with Israel, now and forever.
      Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.


      • #4
        you wrote it? wonderful.... you need to do this more often


        • #5
          I remember this from when you first posted it.

          Thanks for reposting, Sandra. It's wonderful.



          • #6
            Bumping for new members
            I stand with Israel, now and forever.
            Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.


            • #7
              Bumping again.
              icebear, I laugh out loud every time I look at your new Avatar!
              I stand with Israel, now and forever.
              Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.


              • #8
                As we wait for The Lords return the world is getting darker and darker, just like the Word said it would. I hope at least one person has been helped by this story.
                I stand with Israel, now and forever.
                Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.


                • #9
                  I have a 14 year old granddaughter who is being influenced at school by all kinds pf pagan/new age stuff. I searched for my story on here so I could read it to her. She liked it! Please, Please pray for her salvation. Please pray that this story makes an impact upon her.

                  God Bless, Brothers and Sisters
                  I stand with Israel, now and forever.
                  Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.


                  • #10
                    Oh, I forgot to tell you she has attempted suicide twice in the last few months.
                    I stand with Israel, now and forever.
                    Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.


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                      • #12
                        Okay that's a cool story!

                        Everyone read this!

                        Psalm 108:1 - my heart is determined.

                        #T h e C o m i n g C h r i s t M o v i e

                        #S c r i p t u r e S e e d s