Continued from Mrs. Jesus #2/7: Two’s Day Out
I wake up early to make pancakes for the kids.
Jesus shows up to breakfast a little later than usual.
He kisses me on the cheek.
I don’t look him in the eye.
He gives me a knowing look, but doesn’t say anything.
After dropping the kids off, he comes back home instead of heading to work.
He finds me in the backyard, staring at the mountains surrounding our village.
He stands beside me, gently taking my hand but not speaking.
Finally I turn to him.
He takes my other hand as I gaze up through my lashes into his warm brown eyes.
“I want to come work with you.”
Though a tear begins to course down his cheek.
And I can feel the tension in his muscles.
Continued from Blew Monday
“Good morning, sleepyhead!”
I wake up and look at Jesus, startled.
Me: What time is it? Did I sleep in?
Jesus: Don’t worry about it. I turned off your alarm and got the kids ready for school myself. Your mom will pick them up.
M. Why? Are we going somewhere?
His face suddenly turns sober.
J. Yes. You remember I promised I’d help you understand why I can’t stay here with you all the time?
I nod silently, torn between excitement and dread.
J. Well, today is bring your wife to work day!
I make appreciative noises, like I’m happy about this. Yet I can’t help but notice that His smile doesn’t reach His eyes.
The reason the universe
Seems poorly designed
Is what we call EVIL
Is LIVE mis-aligned
‘Tis true that this world’s full of woe
And it feels like the further we go
In following Christ
We pay a steep price
And oft receive blow upon blow
Lord, set my soul free by your blood-rite
So shame won’t drown me in a mud-fight
Your loss as my gain
Dissolves all my pain
And plants me to grow like a bud — right?
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The only cure
For our Self
Is God Himself
Continued from Part 8
I awake to a scene out of nightmares.
I had thought the Box of Hades a dark place. Even the Cylinder of Shame wasn’t so bad, since the worst parts had already been covered with the Blood of Jesus.
But once I touched The Blot, the bottom had dropped out. Literally.
Continued from Part 7
I stand at the Twilight of the Gods, having given them the Blessing of Adam and released them from their millennia of service.
I had thought my Quest was simply to destroy my iron ring of Pride;
Which I once jealously guarded but had grown to despise.
But instead Zeus used his bare, bleeding hands to reforge the Ring into a Key.
But for what?
“How can I find the Lock that fits this Key?”