A Moment in Time with Jesus Christ
“This should be interesting…” I smiled to myself as I followed the voices into the living room of my encampment.
I woke up in the twilight to the sound of familiar voices. Every wall in my bedroom were covered in electrifying calligraphy from the ceiling to the baseboards. The symbols seems to hover from the darkened walls. I could not read the symbols, because I have not learned to read them yet, but I recognized them as the hieroglyphics writings from my recent studies of the egyptian pyramid texts.
“This should be interesting…” I smiled as I lifted myself from my bed and followed the voices into the living area of my encampment.
I encountered King Hephaestus standing tall in the center of my home. He was speaking aloud with our son, Hellfire, whom was writing the hieroglyphic symbols on the walls using a scribe’s pen.
“This is new…” I said to King Hephaestus. “Did I unlock a new level of delusional insanity?”
He smiled at me. “Just giving your temple a few upgrades. You should answer that by the way…”
“Answer what?” I questioned him…
A knock at my front door created an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. I looked to Hephaestus for reassurance, but he turned his face from me to focus on Hellfire’s wall scribings.
“Okay, I Am going to answer the door now….” I could not hide the nervousness in my voice.
I opened the door to find Jesus Christ quietly staring back at me.
“What an honor…” I smiled widely.
I wish I could admit that I was more excited to see the God Man, but I slowly grew exhausted by his mysteries and my attention span was growing shorter each day. Sleep becoming harder to come by as I pondered his motives and movements.
“May I come in?” Jesus asked.
Hesitation bounded my lips. I didn’t realize until this very moment how much my trust in Jesus Christ had been compromised. I have already invited enough unpredictable spirits into my humble home. [Luke 11:24–26]
Perhaps a change of scenery would be welcomed…
“Hephaestus & Hellfire are doing some renovations inside, how about we go for a walk together instead?” I replied as I walked past him, closing the door behind me.
“Hellfire???” The code name for my adoptive demigod child amused Jesus.
“That is just the name I gave him for my storytelling purposes. His actual name is T______. Only we know his true name so that he will know our voice when he is called upon.” I explained to Jesus.
“Very wise…” He smiled at me and followed close behind.
Clearly this is not the neighborhood of my home. What awaited me outside was a mostly blank space in a dark void that lead to seemingly nowhere.
“Well I am not sure how to go for a walk without sidewalks, streets, or trails. Are we in the Void?” I asked Jesus whom seemed unbothered by the lack of, well everything…
Jesus lifted his hand towards the void and a brighter scene unveiled itself.
A serene lake expanded itself before us. On the land was placed a modern deluxe tent, two camping chairs, a fire pit, a Jeep Cherokee with an attached camper, a small vegetable garden, and a few oak trees that scattered the green valleys.
“Do you recognize this place?” Jesus questioned me…
I immediately panicked as I began to recognize this enchanted place.
“Yes, but this NEVER happened! This place does NOT exist!” I rambled defensively as I struggled to understand the significance of the scene He manifested before Us.
“Sit with me so that we may talk…” Jesus guided me to sit in our familiar camping chairs.
We sat together in the camping chairs for a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. I tried suppressing as much of my thoughts as I could but I knew hiding my thoughts from Jesus Christ was pointless and exhausting.
“You’ve been avoiding me since our Father’s ceremony. Why? Explain this to me…” Jesus questioned me.
I gathered my thoughts, not sure which words to use first to explain myself.
“Our Heavenly Father showed me everything. He showed me the beginning, the ending, and just about everything in between. He opened my eyes to new worlds that I didn’t know existed. He also showed me terrible darkness that I never knew existed…
Now that He has passed away, I don’t know how to cope with myself. I know I must move forward but I Am afraid of what I will find at the end of my long journey.” I paused, wondering if that was all I had left to share with Him.
“You say that you saw everything. What do you see in me?” Jesus asked.
I looked into his face for several moments feeling a storm of emotions welling up inside of me that gathered into a pool of reluctant tears.
“I see the Ending…” I choked on my confession.
“And does that scare you?” He questioned.
“It honestly terrifies me…” I replied.
“Is that why you are avoiding me?” Jesus wandered.
I looked around the camp remembering why I created this place. It was superimposed into the story of ‘Joshua and the Children’ (1989) written by Joseph F. Girzone.
Joshua descended into this small village to minister to the children who were grief-stricken by the doings of unscrupulous religious leaders and violent people. At the end of the story, Joshua would be assassinated by the religious zealots after having spread a sense of peacefulness and honesty amongst the children.
Heartbroken by the ending, I superimposed myself into the pages of the story finding Joshua lying asleep underneath a tree before an evening storm. I prepared for him a tent and a campfire. Inside the tent, I provided fresh clothes, blankets, and a pad for him to sleep on. I manifested a Jeep, a small camper for myself, and a few other amenities that I thought would provide Joshua with comfort during his daily missionary work.
Once my work was complete, I awakened Joshua from his sleep and invited him to enjoy his new humble accommodations. At least this way, he would remain dry from the storm, and he would have a place to rest his head at night outside of the village.
The next morning, I would remain at camp to provide him with breakfast and coffee by the campfire. Then he would leave to minister to the children of the village and I would wait at the camp for his return.
We spent a lot of time together at this camp where I would ask him many questions and he would share with me his knowledge and wisdom. I began to look forward to him coming back to the camp after his long days. While he was away, I would bake him fresh bread and bring in wine from the nearby shops. I shared with him simple meals such as toasted bread with pesto, fried eggs, and sliced fruit.
I began to grow attached to this camp and the manifestations within it. I began growing closer to the enigmatic figure Joshua represented in this story. One evening, I brought with me a laptop and offered Joshua to watch a movie with me while we shared our meal and wine.
Together we watched “Groundhog Day” directed by Harold Ramis. We laughed and talked throughout the entire movie long after our meal was finished…
My thoughts paused at this moment…
“You showed me a great kindness…” Jesus said reassuringly reminding me that he monitors my imaginings.
“That was only a story! None of that ever happened between us…” The guilt in my heart began to sink in.
Later on in the story, before the religious zealots would successfully assassinate Joshua while he was teaching the children in the town square, I manifested behind the attackers and slewed every one of them.
Then for good measure I visited their underground holdings, setting fire to their facilities and slaughtering everyone in sight...
I returned to the camp while Joshua was teaching the children in the village square. I frantically wrote him a letter vaguely explaining my sudden departure.
I leave behind all of the accommodations that I manifested for Him but I would no longer be continuing this story at his side. He would be on his own from this point on...
‘May you live long and be well, Joshua…’ I signed. [Matthew 26:39]
I put the storybook down, never to be picked back up again. I preferred my superimposed ending over the one the original author intended. Rather than ending the book with the death of our savior, I’d rather leave him to do his good works without the threat of his enemies plotting against him…
“You were trying to change my fate in that story. You ended up doing a lot more than that, didn’t you…” Jesus reminded me.
“You deserved so much more than what we gave you in return for your sacrifices…” I confessed...
“You haven’t spent much time with me since then. I’ve had to chase you down till this very day. You embraced me as a humble character in a storybook. You told me many things about your mind and your heart. I know you thought that you were only amusing yourself but I needed your kindness then.
I needed your tenderness towards me but then you ran away from me in fear of my fate. Now you hide behind King Hephaestus. You distract yourself with Hellfire. You tune me out with your loud music. You prioritize your studies over turning your face towards me. You placed me outside of your temple. Have I done something wrong in your eyes?” Jesus grew frustrated with me, and condemnation took hold of my heart.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. I Am the One that is broken.” My eyes grew heavy with tiredness. Even though this was a dream, I knew that I would feel the consequences when I truly woke up from these spirit visitations.
“You preferred me as a homeless missionary than as your God King?” Jesus said pointedly.
“Well, you certainly seemed more approachable then…” I admitted.
A few minutes of silence hung between us before he straightened his posture and spoke.
“King Hephaestus has made me aware that you petitioned him to sponsor you for this year’s Eleusinian Mysteries. I told him to deny your request…” Jesus reported to me.
I had already begun my studies for this year, so this came to me as a shock.
“You are not going to let me participate!?!?” I quarreled back.
“You will participate… I will be your Patron this year. You will study and prepare at my side. If I have to use these games to earn back your loyalty, then I will do so. I will keep you safe. I will advise you well. I will provide you with resources and everything you need to be successful in your studies. Do you accept me as your patron?” Jesus asked.
“I didn’t even know that was an option...” I was astonished!
There is a long waiting list of student adepts begging to be sponsored by Jesus so I assumed it was pointless even to ask him for his patronage. Many students have long ago started petitioning him before my awakening.
“I accept being your apprentice and you are welcome to dwell inside my temple any time you wish to visit me again…” I submitted myself to His offer.
“You already know I rarely lose these games. What will you ask for when you win at my side?” Jesus smiled.
“World Domination of course!!!” I mused.
Jesus laughed loudly with me. Ever since Lord Yahweh’s passing I felt left behind in this world invisible to everyone. To carry out His will would be my greatest life’s pleasure. To do so at Jesus’ side, would be a dream come true for us all…
“Quick question, Jesus. What’s with the hieroglyphics being scribed on the walls at my house? It’s kinda freaking me out because it looks more like a tomb than a temple…” I asked awkwardly.
“I am bringing your home closer to my temple, where you will be seeing more of me. You should get some rest now…” Jesus answered.
I suddenly fell into a deep sleep…
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DISCLAIMER: My attorney has informed me that I must disclose that this is a satirical fairy tale fiction story. Nothing you read here is ACTUALLY the truth. I made it all up for fun & cheap thrills. There is absolutely no need to panic at all. Also, fairies are definitely NOT real. They are made up storytelling creatures. And if you see an actual fairy, do not at all panic!
You should avoid offending the fairy at all cost and call your doctor right away…
