Chapter 8
-Is God Fair?-
“Cyrus the great?”
“Yes. This book is
about him. Cyrus was a King who lived more than two thousand five hundred years
from your time. His name was Cyrus, and humans call him Cyrus the great. His
life was a very interesting life, but there is no time to go into it. There is
one scene in his life that is very important, and we are going to observe that
scene using the hydro-holographic mist. Are you ready?”
“Oh yes. I could look at the hydro-holographic mist and never get tired
of it.”
“Okay then.”
At that, Kim turned around from the
two angels, and the table with the book on it to the other end of the rectangle
shaped, vaulted room. Kim had not noticed it before, but the room was a very
tall room with a strange kind of light almost sifting down.
Kim looked downward to see the mist coming into the room almost like the
flurries of millions of small snowflakes. Almost as if the mist was alive, it
began to fly here and there, the colors immediately began creating shapes and
patterns and a background. The way that the colored mist droplets zipped and
meandered about as a shape was forming reminded Kim of a large crowd of people
scrambling to get into a large house with many doors and windows. Right
next to Kim the mist was resolving itself into something that Kim could not
discern at first. But as it came together, Kim realized that it was a soldier
of some kind standing guard or at attention.
She looked up and
saw that she and Rahm were in a courtyard or square. On two sides of the square
were two strange, large buildings. She looked down and saw that the area had a
kind of stone that almost reflected the building in front of her. She looked in
front of her to see a large building. It was about the size and shape of a gym
that has a full-sized basketball court, only this building was a little longer,
a little deeper and quite a bit taller. Its size and shape looked like a
basketball court except that the whole side of the building that faced her was
open with pillars supporting it. Kim could imagine seeing two teams playing
basketball in the large space in the building quite easily. One basket would be
to her right and the opposite basket would be to her left. At the top of the
building was an elaborate kind of mosaic like an ornate mantle that was similar
to mantles she had seen overlapping brick fireplaces.
On one side of the
building to the left was a very large and strange kind of statue that was the
color of silver. It was so large and tall that it ran the length of the end of
the building. It looked like the body of a lion, with the wings of some kind of
bird and the neck and head of a very serious looking bearded man with a crown.
Even though the expression on the face of the statue was rather severe, the
crown sort of reminded Kim of a little box with very straight, uniform and
orderly French fries sticking out of it. Kim turned to her right till she was
facing a white stone building that looked a little like a pyramid with steps
leading to the top except that there was a little stone building on the top
where the steps ended.
She turned all the
way around and saw the guard still standing at attention in a line of guards on
the edge of the courtyard. She looked more closely at the soldier next to her.
His hand held onto a spear that rested on the stone beneath them both. His hand,
resting, yet holding onto the middle of the spear next to him was about a foot
away from Kim. She could not resist the urge to blow in the direction of the
hand. She knew what would happen, and it was no less interesting than if she
had not known what would happen.
The
hydro-holographic mist that made up the hand, spear and part of the arm whirled
about like bubbles in a pot of boiling water, and erratically flittered in the
immediate vicinity of where the soldier’s hand was. It was such fun to see part
of his hand, the spear and arm suddenly disappear and just as readily resume
their shape and color. Kim could not help herself and reacted again with a
start. If the mist could have talked, Kim imagined that hundreds of tiny little
squeaky voices might have said, “Please don’t do that!” She looked at the
soldier and was about to say sorry, but she stopped herself just in time.
The soldier was
dressed in something that was a cross between a well-fitting kilt and a slim
robe like tunic. He held a spear in one hand and a short sword strapped to his
side with a shield being held by the other hand. He had some sort of metal
helmet on his head and some things that looked like sandals on his feet.
Kim noticed that the guards who were
standing in a perfect line at the edge of the courtyard in front of the
building hardly moved. One of them moved his nose when a fly landed on it, and
one of them sneezed. She heard a cough and followed the sound to one of the
guards who was stationed in front of one of the pillars in front of the
building. It struck Kim that this was probably a hot country and that they
could get away constructing a building that was missing one side. The
building’s pillars were red, but the chapiters on the bottom were a sort of
brownish color while the chapiters at the top of the building were the color of
silver.
“Oh, this must be the palace of that King the angel mentioned. What was his
name?”
“King Cyrus.”
“Rahm! What is happening?”
Kim noticed that everything was
slowly coming towards her, and for a second she did not know what was going on.
She looked down at her feet which were not moving, but the almost reflective
brick like tiles beneath her were moving under her. It was like the moving
walkways she had seen in airports when she would hold herself up with her arms
supported by the railings on either side. She was standing in one place, but
she still saw everything coming closer. The large building that could have been
a full-sized basketball court was coming towards her slowly but steadily. She
felt a little silly when she realized that the hydro-holographic mist was
portraying and advancing to the large building in the same way a camera would
slowly and methodically approach whatever it was filming when the director
wanted a slow casual close up.
Kim looked around and could see soldiers walking here and there, from the large
building and away from it. Some of them were dressed more richly, and Kim
assumed that those people must be officers. After a short while, the
hydro-holographic mist was at the point to where Kim and Rahm were almost
between the two central pillars even though they had not moved or walked. In
front of each pillar was a soldier standing guard and staring straight ahead.
Each one of them had a beard, most of which looked a lot alike.
“I guess these people here do not believe in shaving. Everybody had a beard.”
In front of Kim and Rahm about
twenty paces in from the pillars was a tall man with a gold crown. He looked
like a King with his rich robes and his gold, squarish crown. He was dressed
like a king, but he also looked like a military man. Kim could see that the man
was pacing back and forth in front of a tall gold throne. Kim noticed briefly
that there were two angels with one on each side of the throne. She turned to
look at the King as he paced. It was a not an anxious pace, but one where the
King stopped, and appeared to think now and then.
Kim looked more closely at one angel
and noticed that he had six wings.
“Hey Rahm, there is an angel on the left who has six wings, just like the
angel…I think you called him a cherub, who was leading the singing earlier. He
is really bright! I wonder if it is the same angel. He looks really dignified
and…very powerful. I would have to watch what I said around an angel like that.
If he were to show up in my time, I might be cowed into…well perhaps fear. And
probably, on earth, his brightness would blind me.”
“That’s right Kim, it would.”
Suddenly the King went back to his
throne and sat down. On either side of him were guards who were very alert and
certainly on duty. After that, the two angels stepped closer to the King’s
throne and bent down and as if they were whispering something to him. They put
their hands closer to the King, but neither angel said anything. Kim looked at
the same angel she had seen on the left, and saw that he was concentrating very
deeply on the King sitting on the throne. The angel, or cherubim had a kind,
yet serious expression on his face. Kim supposed that this angel could probably
sing and easily be heard fifty miles away, like the cherub she had seen
directing the music earlier. Again, Kim could see that this angel exuded power
and dignity. Kim looked to her right to see the other angel she had not
really looked at and she could tell that he was a cherub too since he also had
six wings.
“Hey Rahm, the angel on the right is even brighter…and slightly taller than the
one on the left. I…”
At the moment, Kim nearly jumped out
of her skin, and she felt goosebumps. The expression on this angel’s face was
awful. The two angels looked very much alike in that they were tall, very
serious, and radiated light, but their expressions were like night and day.”
“Rahm! I am glad this is a hydro-hologram! I have never seen a more hideous
expression! Why does that angel look so vicious…his face is…it is pure evil!”
“Kim, as you know, the King here is Cyrus. He is one of the very greatest Kings
in human history. He has just defeated the very powerful city-state of Babylon.
This is important because Babylon had conquered Jerusalem seventy years prior
to this. Now, Cyrus is trying to decide whether to let the Israelites go back
to Israel or not. On the left you have Gabriel, the highest ranking being in
Zion and heaven, directly under Christ in heavenly authority. On the right, you
have he who was once known as Lucifer, or the devil.”
“What? He does not look like a devil to me, well except for that awful awful
expression. Uh…did we already have this discussion?”
“What discussion?”
“Well, about the devil not looking…well like a devil.”
“I believe we did. To sum up what we talked about earlier, if people do not
believe he is a myth, the devil would have them believe that he is a hideous
beast like creature with bat wings, horns, a tail and a pitch fork. That
horrible expression you are seeing, well he can turn it into the most innocent
smile you ever saw. He has a great power to deceive if people suppose he looks
like a devil when he could show up as an angel of light, such as you are seeing
here, except for that awful smile. Now, what you are seeing here is a battle.”
“A battle?”
“Not a battle with weapons, but a battle for the mind.”
“Whose mind?”
“King Cyrus.”
“Oh, right. What…how are they…fighting?”
“Lucifer and Gabriel are fighting. Now, angels do have physical fights, but
this is another form of fighting. Now, Gabriel’s mission is to influence Cyrus
to let the Israelites return to Israel where they had lived until seventy years
ago when they were relocated by their conquerors, the Babylonians. Satan wants
to influence Cyrus to keep the Israelites in Persia where certain prophecies
regarding the Messiah would be much more difficult to be carried out. Look at
the expression of Cyrus. Now his head is leaned slightly closer to Gabriel. Did
you see that look of compassion? Now without explaining angel anatomy, let’s
say that angels can plant ideas in the minds of people. Did you see that
look of compassion when Gabriel leaned close to Cyrus and put his hand next to
Cyrus’s head?”
“I did Rahm. The King looked rather handsome.”
“Yes. Now look. Satan is leaning even closer now, but he is putting his hand closer
to Cyrus’s heart. Did you see that change of expression?”
“Oh Rahm…I did! His face…sort of hardened, and he got a…slightly smug look in
his eyes. Kind of like…someone who had just cheated someone else. Rahm…why
would one angel put his hand closer to the king’s head, but…well, I saw the
devil put his hand closer to the King’s heart. Why would they do that?”
“Well Kim, there is something you should know, and it won’t take me long to
explain the basics of it. Medical science has advanced a lot in the time you
come from. One of the less commonly known breakthroughs has to do with a branch
of medical science called Neurocardiology.”
“Whoa Rahm! My mother is a nurse, but I have never heard her use a word like
that. How could you know about it?”
“There are many miracles that medical science from your time still has to learn
about regarding the wonders of the human body. What is known on earth as
Neurocardiology, is a rather neglected yet new branch of what you may call
medical science. Neurology, the study of the how neurons or brain cells work
and, cardiology, how the heart works. Together, they make that long work. A few
weeks ago, Valnor came to my home for lunch and he told me about it then, and
we talked about it for quite a while.”
“Oh. What about that long word you told me about? Nuero…something or other.”
“Neurocardiology. That would be the study brain cells in the heart. Do you know
much about the heart Kim?”
“Well…not a whole lot. My mother does not take care of people who have heart
problems. She works in the part of the hospital where babies are born. But
ah…isn’t the heart a very advanced pump?”
“Yes and no. You see Kim, the heart has neurons. About forty thousand of them.”
“Wait, are you saying that there are brain cells in the heart?”
“That is what I am saying Kim. Now the way neurons function in the heart is a
little different than the way they function in the brain.”
“Ah, Rahm, not to be rude, but what does this have to do with King Cyrus?”
“Well, I am coming to that and the two subjects are related. Unlike the cells
in the brain, each of the forty thousand cells in the human heart communicates
with every other cell in the heart at the same time. That gives the heart some
advantages over the brain. The heart actually issues physiological orders to
the brain and usually, those orders are obeyed. Have you ever had an
irresistible urge to do something that your brain…your reasoning powers
cautioned you against? That would be an example of a physiological order. The
heart thinks like the brain, but in some ways, it is more powerful. Humans from
your time believe that thinking is something that only the brain does. I am
guessing that you have heard of brain waves, but medical scientists from your
time have discovered that the heart has waves of its own, only they are eight
to ten times stronger than brain waves. Now, the dusty Bible on your bookshelf
will tell you in Jeremiah 17:9 that the heart is deceitful and desperately
wicked.”
“Really? I guess I had never heard that. All I ever hear about is following
your heart.”
“There is a reason for that. Did you notice how the devil’s hand was near the
heart of King Cyrus? Notice how much he is trying to sway King Cyrus.”
“Ah, yes. Oh Rahm…what a wicked smile! No horror movie would compare to that. I
am glad that this a hydro-holographic mist!”
“Notice how Gabriel’s hand is nearer the head of King Cyrus. Notice how intense
his expression is.”
“Yes. Oh! Gabriel just smiled too. Ah…Rahm, I hope I am not getting red in the
face.”
“Well, you are, but it’s okay. No one will hear about it. Now take a look at
the King’s face. Notice how he keeps looking from side to side. He just looked
in Gabriel’s direction and you can see a look of compassion. Now he is looking
in Satan’s direction and you can see a look of pride and greed. This is a
battle for the mind. There is a deadly reason why the idea of following your
heart, is so prevalent in your time. Now, there are times when good angels will
put their hands near a human’s heart. A good angel will put his hand near a
human’s heart in an attempt to encourage and suggest wholesome emotions and to
bring courage, comfort and strength. And evil angels will do all they can to
destroy the efforts of good angels to influence a human’s heart. Valnor tells
me that he hears the phrase, “follow your heart” everywhere. But if the fallen
heart is so easily compromised by the devil, then if you do follow your heart,
you are indirectly letting the devil have even more control over the heart by letting
it control the reasoning powers of the frontal lobe. It cannot be overstated
that this is a desperate and dangerous situation that, nevertheless, many
millions of humans are in. And good angels are constantly at work, to suggest
good thoughts. Thoughts that appeal to the reasoning powers rather than pure
emotion. Now, look at the scene before you. Let me ask you something. Who has
the advantage?”
“Well…maybe…I am not sure. Satan is slightly brighter than Gabriel, and the
King seems to look in his direction more than Gabriel’s. I hope Gabriel
succeeds!”
“Satan is implanting thoughts into the heart of King Cyrus. Of course, King
Cyrus cannot see the destroyer of souls next to him, or the mightiest angel in
heaven on the other side.”
“How long have they been doing this?”
“Almost three weeks.”
“What! Three weeks? They have been doing this for three weeks?”
“Yes. And as mighty as Gabriel is, Satan has several advantages. Satan is
working on the heart for the most part…on feelings and emotions. He will use
reason when he can, but usually he does not. The heart of King Cyrus, like all
other fallen humans’ controls many of his actions, and Satan will work with the
fallen heart. The natural inclination of Cyrus is that he would want to the
Jews to stay in Babylon and Persia. That he has control over a people group
that the former empire of Babylon conquered is yet another feather in his cap.
It is a boost to his pride, and the enemy of souls is trying to impress him to
not let the Jews go free. His heart desires ever more honor and prestige, and
Satan is using that to his advantage. Another advantage is that Satan
will always use bad habits against people, and that is why cultivating bad
habits can lead people on the road to destruction.
This is another
instance where Satan or one of his underlings will resort to using the
mind…where the habits are formed to work against God’s will and towards the
destruction of the person in question. Another advantage is that Satan will use
misimpressions and deceit. If someone believes in God, and is wanting to do
God’s will, Satan will work in concert with the fallen heart. He will plant
doubts in the mind of the person who wants to honor God. It is not in the
nature of holy unfallen angels to use any trickery or deceit. This is why
Gabriel’s work here is very difficult.
“Rahm…if what you have told me is true, and I am not trying to be difficult,
then is there truly such a thing as free will?”
“Of course. On the one side, evil angels seek to work against God’s will and
towards the destruction of man by planting evil thoughts in his already evil
heart, while on the other side, good angels seek to plant good thoughts and
suggestions in the mind of man. Imagine, in your time, that there is a busy
street. A sad older lady is trying to cross the road on the crosswalk, and she
has heavy grocery bags. A group of boys approaches her from behind. Now, fallen
angels would implant into the hearts of those boys to either ignore the older
lady who is struggling with her heavy bags, bother her or something worse. And
good angels would be suggesting a different course of action to the reasoning
powers of those boys. Let me ask you Kim, what would the good angels be
suggesting?”
“Well, that the older lady is tired and the bags are too heavy for her. They
would…as you told me…implant into the thoughts of the boys the idea to help the
older lady. To carry her bags, help her across the street and to cheer her up.”
“Exactly. Now even though those boys have fallen hearts, and even though evil
angels may be suggesting evil actions and good angels will be suggesting good
actions, it is still up to the boys. Now, maybe the habits they have
formed will lead them to either be kind or selfish. But…it is the choice of the
young boys. It is their choice. They cannot be forced by either good or evil
angels. So, free will is still theirs. And here in front of us, you see King
Cyrus trying to make a decision which will then become a law which, in the
ancient kingdom of Persia, cannot be changed again even by the King, so a lot
is riding on this decision. That is why Gabriel is trying so hard, and why
Satan is also trying so hard. In the end it will be the choice of King Cyrus.”
“But after three weeks, is there hope that Gabriel will succeed? I
mean…Rahm…what is happening?”
At that moment several things
happened. Kim and Rahm had been standing near the King and she had not looked
around her. She had been looking at him when she was talking to him and asking
him questions. She looked around the see many angels in the room.
“Rahm…why did I not
see the other angels earlier?”
“Because…this is
something humans never see. And to show you too much at one time is not wise.
So, we have introduced you to the realities of heaven, one step at a time, so
that we do not shock you too much. So, we showed you the hydro-holographic mist
with Moses, the Princess and the scribe first, without the angelic activity in
the background. Then, a few minutes ago, we showed you two angels who are
trying to work with Cyrus, each for a different reason. And now we are not
holding anything back from you.”
At first, Kim could
not tell one angel from another. They were all glorious and beautiful beings
with a glow, or outline of light about each of them as they moved or stood in
once place. But as she looked at each face, it was easy to tell who were evil angels
and who were good angels. The evil angels, like Satan, all had hideous
expressions, as if molded by millenniums of hate and cruelty. They stood a
number of paces to Satan’s right, as if ready to receive instructions or to go
on errands. Every once in a while, an evil angel would come into the palace and
go right up next to Satan and say something Kim could not understand. The enemy
would appear to react but would not slacken from trying to influence his
victim. Sometimes what they said brought back that awful hideous smile, and
sometimes their messages would convey information that made the anger in the
eyes of the enemy of soul’s glitter with rage. When this happened, Kim could
not help moving quickly next to Rahm or griping his hand in with two of hers.
He would smile, glance down and reply.
“You are safe Kim.”
Kim would nod, smile a little and
loosen her grip. The good angels stood on Gabriel’s left, and sometimes an
angel would come into the palace and say something to Gabriel who would nod and
sometimes reply, but never lose his focus.
“Rahm, if this has been going on for three weeks, who is going to win? Will it
be Gabriel or Satan?”
“Kim, it will be someone who has never lost a battle which would exclude both
Satan and Gabriel. We came to this point in time for a special reason.
Something very special is about to happen.”
At that moment, Kim saw a strong
angel with a joyful expression come into the room. Both Gabriel and Satan saw
him at the same time, and Kim could tell that this angel was a good one. Kim
watched Gabriel as he smiled very slightly and kept his hands near the gold
crown of King Cyrus. The enemy of souls with an intense and obsessed
expression, pressed his hands even closer to the heart of King Cyrus. The smug
look returned, and Kim saw in the eyes of King Cyrus a sort of
self-congratulatory expression. Kim could see that King Cyrus was raising
his hand and was about to address one of the many attendants who were standing
nearby.
At that moment, an evil angel darted into the palace and up to the devil. The
evil angel’s expression was hideous like all the other evil angels, only added
to the hideous expression was a wide-eyed terror, and the angel shivered and
shook as he said something to Satan. He pointed a quivering finger in the
direction he had come from. Kim saw the look of rage and also a bit of despair
flash in the face of the enemy of souls. Kim looked at the other evil angels.
They had crowded away from Satan even further to the right and were huddled
together shaking with fear and glancing anxiously at the two central pillars
not far from Kim.
“Rahm! What are such powerful beings so afraid of?”
“Later I would like to tell you about verse 8 in chapter 9 of a book called
Mathew. But for the present, your question is about to be answered.”
Just after she said this, Kim
noticed two things. One was that she felt as if there was a very bright light
behind her. Also, the two central pillars not far behind her were slowly
creating shadows on the far wall past the throne in front of her as the light
behind her increased. She looked to her left and saw the good angels all bowing
towards the light. She looked at Gabriel who now did not seem as bright as he
did before, and he was facing the light, bowing on one knee near the throne of
King Cyrus. Kim turned to look behind her just as Rahm said something to her.
“Kim, you should shield your eyes!”
Kim tried to but she had turned too
quickly, and she was blinded by something not far behind her. Once again, Kim
could see the big blue dots on the inside of her eyelids. For a few seconds,
she kept her eyes closed and the sensation of an almost tearful reaction was
overpowering. Opening them, she could still see big blue dots, but not much
else. Just before She shielded her eyes, she saw that the light was a person
and she closed her eyes yet again. Gabriel and Satan had been bright and
majestic in their own way, but this was something completely different.
“You know Kim…there was a man named Paul who saw this bright being, and he had
vision problems for the rest of his life. Even though what you are seeing is
the hydro-holographic mist, things might be a little dark for a while, but soon
you will be able to see better, and I will explain what is going on.”
“So…who was…I mean, who is that?”
“That is Michael the archangel. It was he who resurrected me.”
Kim kept her eyes shut, but even
through her eyelids, the approaching light of the arch-angel who was passing by
her was overpowering.
“Michael is approaching the side where Satan is. He has stopped. He is saying
something to Satan. Satan’s angels have bolted. Ah, there now, Satan has shot
out of the palace also. I guess Michael commanded them to leave, and they did.
Michael is now standing next to King Cyrus. One of his hands is near the crown
of Cyrus, and the other hand is near the heart. I should add that while Satan
also had his hand near the heart of Cyrus, it is for a different reason that
Michael has his hand near the heart of the King.”
At that point, Kim opened her eyes
and blocked out the arch-angel with her hands. Even though her hands were
covering the arch-angel, His brightness was still overwhelming. She looked at
King Cyrus, and she saw the hands of Michael, one near the King’s heart, and
one near the King’s crown. Kim saw the expression of Cyrus change. It went from
proud and cold to warm and compassionate. The King did not shut his eyes, but
they closed a little as his head leaned closer to Michael and he nodded as if
he had made a decision.
“Rahm…what is King Cyrus going to do?”
As if to answer Kim’s question, King
Cyrus clapped his hands together and addressed his servants in a deep voice,
full of authority. Kim heard English words, but saw, yet again that the mouth
of King Cyrus was speaking words that were not English. There was no sign of
any evil angels anywhere, and the good angels were still bowing to Michael with
expressions of utter joy on their bowed faces. Kim heard Cyrus and looked on as
the King spoke.
“Let it be known throughout all the realms of my Empire. I, Cyrus, decree that
the Jews will return to their homeland. Also, I will provide for them to build
their temple to their god. Let it be written in the laws of the Medes and the
Persians, and let it be carried out.”
Kim could see better now, and she
squinted a little so that the bright light did not blind her again. She saw
Michael walk to where Gabriel was bowed on his knee. Michael tapped Gabriel on
the shoulder and Gabriel rose. Kim realized that Michael was almost a head
taller than Gabriel. Michael said something to Gabriel, indicating a direction
out of the palace of Cyrus the Persian. Gabriel nodded and swiftly departed.
“Rahm…where is Gabriel going?”
“He is going to the city of Babylon where there is a very old prophet by the
name of Daniel. He has a message from Michael for that prophet. When you return
to your own time, you can read about that message in a book of the Bible, also
called Daniel. Daniel 10:13.”
“I will certainly do that. I am very interested to know what Michael wanted…ah
Danial to know. And it won’t be eavesdropping either.”
At that, Michael stepped forward
towards Kim and Rahm.
“Thank you, Rahm, for helping Kim understand. Hello Kim. I look forward to
talking to you later.”
Kim was flabbergasted. She looked at
Rahm, and it seemed like a light went out. She looked back and saw that Michael
was not there.
“Rahm…this is still the hydro-holographic mist, right? I mean, I have not dozed
off and wandered into someone else’s dream, right?”
“That is correct Kim.”
“Was Michael part
of the holographic mist too?”
“Yes.”
“But how could that be? It doesn’t make sense! If he were part of the mist, how
could he talk to us? Wait a second! He spoke English! His lips formed the
English words! It could not have been the angel in the back of the room. I
mean, Michael, er rather the Arch-angel’s mouth formed the English words and
his voice made the sounds!”
“Kim…there are somethings that I cannot explain. Angels can do amazing things,
but none of them can bring the dead to life again as Michael did for me. At the
time this hydro-holographic mist was recorded, Michael transcended time and
space. At the time of this hydro-holographic mist during the Kingdom of
Medio-Persia, time would not have been a barrier to Michael yet, and certainly
not to his Father.”
Kim looked around and noticed that
everything, King Cyrus, his servants and the great palace were standing frozen
in time. Then Kim remembered that Rahm had said the word ‘yet.’
“Rahm…what did you mean when you said that time and space were not a barrier to
Michael…yet?”
“Kim, I promise
you, the answers are coming, and that is partly why Michael said that he would
see you later. What you may not realize is how much later Michael meant. But we
have a schedule to keep and I will tell you about that too.”
“I have been amazed
Rahm. He did say that he would see me, again right?”
“That is correct.”
“When will that be?”
“Well Kim, I don’t actually know.”
“So, are we going to see what was happening in the background when we were
observing the Princess and…ah the scribe from earlier?”
“At some point, yes. I need to make a few notations in that book regarding what
just happened in the palace of King Cyrus.”
With that, Rahm walked to the table
and took the big book down and held it low to where Kim could see it. She
walked over, looked back at the frozen hydro-holographic mist of King Cyrus on
his throne, surrounded by his court behind her. She noticed that the strong
angel who had come to the palace just before Michael had was standing next to
Cyrus with his hand next to the crown of King Cyrus. At that, Kim looked up at
Rahm who was now next to her.
“Now, Cyrus was
offered an opportunity to do the right thing. Is that right Kim?”
“Well…yes he was
and he did.”
“So, he responded
by doing the right thing? Was God fair with him?”
“Well…yes! He sent
Gabriel to help, and then Michael came. When Satan was gone, Cyrus did the
right thing.”
“Good. So, we can
say that God was fair with Cyrus, so we will mark it right here.”
Rahm made a sort of notation in the
book which Kim could not read, but she knew that God had been fair with Cyrus.
It gave Kim a good feeling to know that God was so fair and open with His
records. She had never heard of any kind of judge doing that in any court case
she had ever heard of. But then she remembered that in a court room there was
the jury, only here, people who came here were the jurors, and in a small way,
she had been doing jury duty, which gave her a good feeling.
“Okay Kim, if you are ready, we will head out of this building and to Zion’s
Dining Hall. Are you hungry?”
“Oh yes! I have no idea what
will be served and I am sort of enjoying the anticipation.”
“All right then.”
At that Rahm smile again and touched her
shoulder with his finger. He nodded, and before Kim could even think of what to
say next, she and Rahm were on the beautiful swanlike boat. She was next to a
bench that was about waist high for her, and she sort of hopped and seated
herself on it. Her legs were dangling of course, but it was a comfortable seat.
And Rahm stepped over and sat next to her. As she looked forward, she noticed
an angel standing at the front of the boat near what still looked to Kim like a
cross between a swan’s head and the spiral on a violin. The angel looked back
and smiled at Rahm and Kim and then nodded.
“This boat will take us to Zion’s Dining Hall.”
Kim watched, as interested as ever while the
boat, directed in some way by the angel, slid out of the mooring and into the
gentle flow of the waterway. Kim looked and saw the Hall of Vision passing by,
and she saw also the bridge she had seen earlier.
“We are going to go under
that beautiful bridge Rahm! Isn’t it beautiful to see the reflection of the
water waltzing on the underside of the bridge! Is…is the underside emerald?”
“Yes Kim. That is emerald.”
“How beautiful. I can’t
decide if that word is overused or not descriptive enough. And I am so
interested is seeing what Zion’s Dining Hall is like.”
“It will be a treat Kim, for
you and me. Even though I have been here for thousands of years, it’s appeal,
splendor and joy have not diminished.”
“Are you hungry Rahm?”
“Yes, I am Kim,” Rahm
replied with a smile.
