A large book was opened, all present began to surge forward, eagerly waiting to hear their names called. They wondered how this book could contain so many names. Each one had been given a white stone with their new name known only to them and the One who had given it. All had been issued an invitation at His cross and only those who knelt beneath it's awesome power, those who experienced the saving power of the divine blood poured out for the sake of their sin sick souls. Only those who pledged allegience to the Lamb, would partake of the resurrection to come. This place of exchange, of transformation, called and prepared them to sit at a table in the presence of their enemies. Many had walked throught the valley of the shadow of death and learnt to fear no evil. They had overcome by the blood of the Lamb, the word of their testimony and had not loved their lives even unto their death. It had been set before the foundation of the world for such a time as this. They came up from the wilderness, leaning heavily on His arm, faint with love and adoration. They had crossed over the Jordan River into the Promised land. For some their progress had been slow and hazardous. Each attempt, was met by the forces of darkness and on numerous occasions they stumbled on blind and hopeless through dry, barren land, where only thorns and briers grew, seemingly so alone. Hissing serpents under every rock.They were unaware of being watched, each step monitered closely by an enemy they could not see