It was a clear
sunny afternoon. I enjoyed the warm California sun rays in November
knowing that at home in Illinois it was chilly and overcast.
Without warning, without breaking stride, something spectacular
happened to me as I lifted my left foot from the sidewalk.
thought was abruptly interrupted by a brilliant light
in the sky above my left shoulder. Looking up, I saw a sparkling,
indistinct image grow in size as it approached me from the heavens.
As it came closer, I began to see details. It
appeared to be a
floating city composed of a cluster of glass geodesic domes. Oddly
familiar, I recognized this city.
A voice spoke
audibly to me alone telling me about this city. I was told that
this was a vision of my future... that all the inhabitants of this
city lived together in a supportive community where each one’s gifts
and talents were fully expressed.
The city was
self sufficient requiring no connection to any other city on earth.
All people there wanted to be there and enjoyed a thriving economy
independent of the rest of the world. The voice I can only
attribute to that of God, told me that my destiny was to build this
city "For My gospel”.
I was thrilled
The voice went
on to explain that every person I had ever met or ever would meet
was for this very purpose and that there were no mistakes nor
accidents. It was all part of a plan greater than me.
The vision and accompanying explanation rang true and I eagerly
embraced it but for one aspect. The reference the voice
made to building a city for “My gospel” troubled me. The
gospel bore reference to Jesus and the bible. Something I had
not yet reconciled.
Was I being
called by God? I shrank back that the notion of being associated
with God. At that time of life I hadn’t made a decision one way
or the other about religion. Jesus and God were far too weighty a
subject for me back then.
was overcome by this vision. Time seemed to stand perfectly still
as I experienced it. Coming now back to my senses, I placed my
left foot back to the pavement and realized that all this had taken
place in less time than it took to make one step forward.
My friends Bill and Scot walked along side me having no idea that
something life changing had just happened to me. Still rather dizzy
from this experience we got into my car. As I closed the door, I wondered how and if I should tell anyone what I had
Overcome with awe, I began to stumble through an explanation of what
I had just seen and heard. I’m sure that if asked about it, Bill and
Scot would say that I was rambling incomprehensibly about something
crazy which was not exactly unlike me anyway.
All I knew was that I had a new and quickly growing conviction
within me. The idea of a self-sufficient community using barter for
commerce was fiercely intriguing. I clearly saw that I wanted to open a store like Wholy
Foods in my hometown to be the first business in what I assumed
would be many to thrive in the community shown to me that day.
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