Excerpt from Chapter Ten One Thousand Years Genesage
One Thousand Years: Genesage
Thomas stood, tears streaming down his face. He turned to meet his God face to
face. Gone to him were the crowds of AnimalKind crouched and couched around them like
some futuristic nativity. No thought was given to the Angelic Golden Horse behind him or
Caleb or the fire or anything at all except the man standing before him.
Clutching Jesus He cried out like a wail,
"Why me?"
Echoed in his wail he saw the look of all those who had died. All those before him in the dark
cloud of his accusers saying the same thing.
"Why You".
In his mind he could see them all. They no longer were pressing forward but dissipating like
some ghost blown apart and away by the wind. Yet with each one a railing cry of accusation.
The person questioned looking him in the eye, flailed against his mind, caused him to recollect.
In recollection this time, slowly the scene was displaced by the one around him.
Thomas sobbed and clung.
All reason had left. All guilt was ashamed. To the left and to the right they held him captive.
Nothing permeated the sheer feeling of desperate need as Thomas simply hung there. He
sagged as one who was dying or had died with only the arms of the Savior of the World to
hold him up. He was held as one who had come to his end.
As secure as the cross had been which one had been nailed to even more so the arms that
held him secured the man who was
helpless. He had no strength left to resist. He had no thought at all. He was wide open. The
book of his life lie exposed for all to read. He was weakened to the point that if God had let
go, this ManKind would surely have fallen and perished.
But God did not let go.
God would not let go, Thomas had come face to face and now was in the shoes his ancestor
Jacob had been. This time though there was no promise to wrestle, no blessing to give,
merely a promise to fulfill. As he had done and continued to do till all be accomplished the
Man, the Lord, the King would not let go till the fulfillment of a promise was made and that
time was now.
Holding Thomas, the Son of Man bent his head to him. Tenderness sublime, empathy divine
the Son of God knew this man. Savior, Redeemer, Messiah and King, the servant of the Most
High didn't say a word but held Thomas as he wept years away. Thomas cried the years of
pain. He wept the decades of misunderstandings, lack of acceptance, failure to be who he
wanted to be.
Every dream, every nightmare, all his secrets, all his passions, came bubbling up from the well
of his soul drowning him in its torrent. Every locked closet door, every hidden forgotten
skeleton, every belligerent rebellious thought, every conceivable good intention, all of them
together at once came up. All came to the forefront of the hold Jesus had on the Mankind
Thomas. Neither of them would let go. One did not know how, the other would not let go,
ever, never.
Flooding, reliving with Thomas the memories of his entire life up until the Kingdom had come,
Thomas and Messiah saw it all. They both felt every emotion, shared every tear and
heartache. Being held by God had opened a Pandora's box of memories. What started in the
forefront of his soul with the most intense, recent experiences requiring address, regressed
now into a full disclosure of the Life Thomas had live. All his life was evident to the One who
held him there.
The One who would not let go.
-Excerpt from Chapter Ten of One Thousand Years: Genesage
face. Gone to him were the crowds of AnimalKind crouched and couched around them like
some futuristic nativity. No thought was given to the Angelic Golden Horse behind him or
Caleb or the fire or anything at all except the man standing before him.
Clutching Jesus He cried out like a wail,
"Why me?"
Echoed in his wail he saw the look of all those who had died. All those before him in the dark
cloud of his accusers saying the same thing.
"Why You".
In his mind he could see them all. They no longer were pressing forward but dissipating like
some ghost blown apart and away by the wind. Yet with each one a railing cry of accusation.
The person questioned looking him in the eye, flailed against his mind, caused him to recollect.
In recollection this time, slowly the scene was displaced by the one around him.
Thomas sobbed and clung.
All reason had left. All guilt was ashamed. To the left and to the right they held him captive.
Nothing permeated the sheer feeling of desperate need as Thomas simply hung there. He
sagged as one who was dying or had died with only the arms of the Savior of the World to
hold him up. He was held as one who had come to his end.
As secure as the cross had been which one had been nailed to even more so the arms that
held him secured the man who was
helpless. He had no strength left to resist. He had no thought at all. He was wide open. The
book of his life lie exposed for all to read. He was weakened to the point that if God had let
go, this ManKind would surely have fallen and perished.
But God did not let go.
God would not let go, Thomas had come face to face and now was in the shoes his ancestor
Jacob had been. This time though there was no promise to wrestle, no blessing to give,
merely a promise to fulfill. As he had done and continued to do till all be accomplished the
Man, the Lord, the King would not let go till the fulfillment of a promise was made and that
time was now.
Holding Thomas, the Son of Man bent his head to him. Tenderness sublime, empathy divine
the Son of God knew this man. Savior, Redeemer, Messiah and King, the servant of the Most
High didn't say a word but held Thomas as he wept years away. Thomas cried the years of
pain. He wept the decades of misunderstandings, lack of acceptance, failure to be who he
wanted to be.
Every dream, every nightmare, all his secrets, all his passions, came bubbling up from the well
of his soul drowning him in its torrent. Every locked closet door, every hidden forgotten
skeleton, every belligerent rebellious thought, every conceivable good intention, all of them
together at once came up. All came to the forefront of the hold Jesus had on the Mankind
Thomas. Neither of them would let go. One did not know how, the other would not let go,
ever, never.
Flooding, reliving with Thomas the memories of his entire life up until the Kingdom had come,
Thomas and Messiah saw it all. They both felt every emotion, shared every tear and
heartache. Being held by God had opened a Pandora's box of memories. What started in the
forefront of his soul with the most intense, recent experiences requiring address, regressed
now into a full disclosure of the Life Thomas had live. All his life was evident to the One who
held him there.
The One who would not let go.
-Excerpt from Chapter Ten of One Thousand Years: Genesage
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