Excerpt from Chapter Eighteen One Thousand Years Genesage
One Thousand Years: Genesage
"Have time for me…? ",
A calm quiet voice asked.
Suddenly warm and maybe a little flushed like a happy puppy, Eben wagging his tongue said,
"O Lord you are always welcome."
"Please come in, sit, stay a while."
Eben loved the surprise visits. More than that, he loved seeing Jesus when he was just Jesus,
the Son of Man. Just his friend the closest person he knew. The only one who knew him
better than he knew himself. He had never felt this close to his mother or his father who had
known him well. Yet He, Jesus, knew Eben inside and out.
"You are tired.
Does it bother you having the Angels Around?
All the time watching and asking questions?"
Asked Jesus.
Only the Son of God could so be human. He alone could be the gentle kind friend. His
tenderness always seemed so acute to the thoughts he was thinking yet still the humility so in
affable. It was never invasive as though he knew what a person was thinking.
Certainly being God it was obvious he did, yet He deigned to wait and listen to the person he
was speaking to. To be fully aware of all things, so full of all power but appearing now so
humble, tender and meek, only God be so.
"I love him."
Eben thought,
"How could I not?"
The flood of tears just flowed through the smiles. They embraced as Eben hugged Jesus
close. Kissing him on the cheek he received the same and turning to look to sit down two
outcrops close by looked appealing and well….perfect. At least they looked comfortable to
sit on. Eben couldn't remember if they had been there or not. They just seemed to be there
when he needed them.
Sitting back against the wall of the cave his typical shawl over his head his mother had made,
he laid his head back and rested as though weary. The shawl looked like the original one, but
who knew? Certainly Eben had never asked it just "seemed" as though it was so. Shawl?,
Tallis?, Blanket?, It mattered not for it served as all three.
As Jesus turned it slipped a little and again the scars became apparent. The most horrific of
the wounds were obvious for only a moment as Messiah pulled it back in place exposing less
of the worst scarring. The only thing maimed and deformed in heaven. Jesus. The angelic host
had declared back at the Marriage supper of the Lamb when they had sang the song of the
lamb that was slain. How true that song had been.
The only one, the Son of God, the Son of Man, slain as a sign of the great love the Father had
for the World. The Willingness of the Son to do the Will of the Father still astounded him. The
King of Kings and Lord of Lord with the marks of his crucifixion he still bore which were still
the emblems of his kingdom. So much devotion and such an obvious price to be seen by all
who gazed upon this man.
How such Love could be made manifest was unbelievable. Yet to see this man, this Son of
God, this God, my Lord and my God, who put on such humanity and tenderness that it was
almost too amazing to behold. Sitting here with him always left him in awe. Love flowed
between them and silence was all that was needed as they shared love together God and
GodKind.
-Excerpt from Chapter Eighteen of One Thousand Years: Genesage
A calm quiet voice asked.
Suddenly warm and maybe a little flushed like a happy puppy, Eben wagging his tongue said,
"O Lord you are always welcome."
"Please come in, sit, stay a while."
Eben loved the surprise visits. More than that, he loved seeing Jesus when he was just Jesus,
the Son of Man. Just his friend the closest person he knew. The only one who knew him
better than he knew himself. He had never felt this close to his mother or his father who had
known him well. Yet He, Jesus, knew Eben inside and out.
"You are tired.
Does it bother you having the Angels Around?
All the time watching and asking questions?"
Asked Jesus.
Only the Son of God could so be human. He alone could be the gentle kind friend. His
tenderness always seemed so acute to the thoughts he was thinking yet still the humility so in
affable. It was never invasive as though he knew what a person was thinking.
Certainly being God it was obvious he did, yet He deigned to wait and listen to the person he
was speaking to. To be fully aware of all things, so full of all power but appearing now so
humble, tender and meek, only God be so.
"I love him."
Eben thought,
"How could I not?"
The flood of tears just flowed through the smiles. They embraced as Eben hugged Jesus
close. Kissing him on the cheek he received the same and turning to look to sit down two
outcrops close by looked appealing and well….perfect. At least they looked comfortable to
sit on. Eben couldn't remember if they had been there or not. They just seemed to be there
when he needed them.
Sitting back against the wall of the cave his typical shawl over his head his mother had made,
he laid his head back and rested as though weary. The shawl looked like the original one, but
who knew? Certainly Eben had never asked it just "seemed" as though it was so. Shawl?,
Tallis?, Blanket?, It mattered not for it served as all three.
As Jesus turned it slipped a little and again the scars became apparent. The most horrific of
the wounds were obvious for only a moment as Messiah pulled it back in place exposing less
of the worst scarring. The only thing maimed and deformed in heaven. Jesus. The angelic host
had declared back at the Marriage supper of the Lamb when they had sang the song of the
lamb that was slain. How true that song had been.
The only one, the Son of God, the Son of Man, slain as a sign of the great love the Father had
for the World. The Willingness of the Son to do the Will of the Father still astounded him. The
King of Kings and Lord of Lord with the marks of his crucifixion he still bore which were still
the emblems of his kingdom. So much devotion and such an obvious price to be seen by all
who gazed upon this man.
How such Love could be made manifest was unbelievable. Yet to see this man, this Son of
God, this God, my Lord and my God, who put on such humanity and tenderness that it was
almost too amazing to behold. Sitting here with him always left him in awe. Love flowed
between them and silence was all that was needed as they shared love together God and
GodKind.
-Excerpt from Chapter Eighteen of One Thousand Years: Genesage
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