[EDIT 07/21/2015: I made clarifying edits to the text, and I also add this introduction. This is my record of a dream I had one morning (I assume the date of this entry) involving late Grandpa Riley Clark, the youthful man who approaches in the dream. For background, he often kindly barked this very statement to people, including me. My relationship with him had regrettable sore friction at times, so I took this dream as a merciful (and very amusing) statement from above.]
It is Judgment Day. I stand before the pleading bar of the Almighty, to state my cause for entering the Kingdom. The Savior asks the countless throng of God’s children:
“Is there anyone who has ought against this man, or reason he should not enter my Kingdom?”
A man comes forward, youthful and bright, with a sparkle in his eye. He holds a cane, for what reason is not apparent, as he has a healthy and strong frame. The cane has so many stamped coin souvenirs plastered onto it, from his travels. He approaches me, stops, looks at me, and barks:
“Get something to eat!”
He winks. He steps back down with nothing more to say. Neither does my Savior have any more to say.
I am set down for the feast of entrance. There in the abundance are the grapes, even the grapes of the wine press of the wrath of Almighty God, restored to the vine, never to be trampled again.
I eat the grapes.