on earth as it is in heaven

My eyes were closed, head held high, as Sam's disarming laughter rose up from within. I raised up my hands, my lips opening like the gate of heaven before me.
Chinden Rd, Ustick Rd.
Light flooded my senses as my consciousness slipped into my Father's powerful arms. To my left stood a large being in a white robe and ballerina slippers, rhythmically stepping to the left, to the right, her head following the lead of her heart, her wings fluttering up as the curl of her lips broke down my defenses.
Fairview Ave, Franklin Rd.
To my right was another being, this one having fur all over his back, raised on his hind legs, his cuddly paws clapping together in unison with the angel's wings, lurching forward, then crawling back, as if an invisible wall was keeping him in place.
Locust Grove, Eagle Rd.
I opened my eyes – and there he was, the man of liberty. The sign he passionately shook around promised relief to those under heavy financial burden – he gives us rest. His pimply teenage face and red hair were counteracted by his warm, inviting smile, drawing us into his presence. The glow about him pierced through our very souls. This was our man – the target of God's grace.
The car drifted in slowly beside this guy into a small dirt lot to the side of an abandoned building. He eyes met Sam's for a second before he returned to his liberty tax dance. Sam never took his eyes off this guy. As the car came to a stop, Sam bounded out of the driver's seat and approached the Statue of Liberty. The sound of traffic muffled the voices coming from the corner of the street, and I opened the door to put one foot out on the dirt before I stopped dead. As I watched, I saw a gentleness in Sam's eyes, but the fire lingered just underneath – pulsating, ravaging. Heaven had opened again - without any music playing and with my eyes wide open. I was pinned to my seat. My heart rate lessened, my thoughts fled, and my arms sighed with relief, slumping onto the armrest.
It came in waves. Nothing about the two men's conversation gave any clue as to what was happening – but I could feel it. It was more real than if a hundred soldiers showed up outside my patio, guns ready to blow out the windows. I sometimes wonder if what we see in this physical world is the true reality. Going out on these treasure hunts gives me a different perspective.
One time I was at a hardcore metal show downtown. Only the glow of the stage lights and the occasional white shirt sticking out like a sore thumb could be seen in the cave of the Boise Venue. The dark room masked the dancing, if you can call it that, happening on the floor. Amidst the screaming chords and the hoots and hollers of avid fans, I overheard a snippet of a conversation coming from my diagonal-right. From what I can see, It's between a short, skinny guy with shaggy hair and a rather large, tall young man with a “balla” cap on.
“Why aren't you out there, man?” said the short guy.
“Dude, my knee fuckin hurts, I don't know why,” responded the big guy.
Ding-ding! I heard the bell. It was time to rumble. As the audience clapped at the end of the song and there was a moment of clarity, I asked the guy, “hey, so what's wrong with your knee?”
“I dunno, I must've gotten hurt in the pit or something.”
“Dang that sucks, dude....” A vein in my head pops out. “Hey...can I pray for you?”
“Uh...sure.”
“Cool.” I quivered as I put my hand on his knee. “Lord Jesus, right now I...command this pain to go right now in the name of Jesus. Thank you, Jesus, for revealing your love to...” I looked at him.
“Tony.”
I showed off my dimples, letting out a tender puff of air from my nostrils. “For Tony, Lord. Your word says to pray 'on earth as it is in heaven', and we know there's no knee pain in heaven. So Lord, we command this pain to go right now in the name of Jesus.”
I took my hand off. His pushed his lips together as he reached out with one hand behind my back and around the side. “Thanks, man.”
“No problem dude.” He looked the other way, seeing his friend there. “Check it out,” I said in a slightly louder voice, “how's it feel?”
He stomped his foot on the ground. He hesitated. He stomped his foot on the ground again, and a third time after that. “Holy shit,” he said, “the pain's gone! What the....holy shit!”
My eyes lit up. “Dude, you just got healed! Wow! Praise God!”
“I know....” His mouth was gaping open. He stumbled into a bear-hug. The clunk-clunk of a reality shift could be heard in his mind as the band started their next song. I was the first one out on the floor.