Thunder roars and lightning strikes a long mean streak down savage skies. Judgment day has come and you stand in fear. Your life flashes before you… the grudges, petty grievances, betrayals and selfishness. You feel it’s imminent that you will be crushed beneath the judgment and fall to ground – unworthy to even look the judge in the eye. You lie in the mud and it grows quiet, except for your weeping. The silence persists, and when you look up, the skies have cleared and the sun is out. The judge has set a table and sits waiting for you to join him. He had not come to find you unworthy, but rather judge you perfect. You have always been perfect.