I imagined a war in heaven,one which transcended beyond all imaginations. A war even angels cried and ran for cover. It wasn’t one of God versus the failed Satan—no.
It wasn’t one of angels going against each other. At least not yet.
It was an Armageddon—not of good against bad, cos in this episode, all creation were oblivious of who was right, and who wasn’t—
It was a battle of God VS God.
One which all eternity stood at horror and time fled at the mere existence of my mind roaming such realities.
The God head going against each other’s tail— The Father against the Son and Spirit. All spirits begged to be exempted from such occasion. A wrath they all shared because they all exist(-ed) as One. But maybe, just maybe the Lion decided to feast upon the Lamb and the Dove, like a quick meal and desert after such sumptuous feast.
I imagined God the Son finally getting to confront His Father for forsaking Him in the cross; for permitting ordinary clay with a breath (man) spit, slap, and bruise Him like He wasn’t the Essence of all creation. They argued on and on and none was there to settle their heated arguments.
God the Spirit like in a democratic party rally supported the Son against His Father.
Like a whisperer, tale bearing every event that went on in heaven when the Son had come to die for men.
They raised their voices at each other and at a magnitude that caused the thunder to whimper, heaven crumbled like a smashed cracker and earth was already melting like wax.
Tales of how there was another way to redeem humanity, how Satan and all his cohorts could be slain for our redemption, how a massive slaughter as that of Solomon on the month of could procure our eternal cleansing. But the Father had other plans in mind.
The Spirit accused the Father of toying with all creations and giving atheists a voice to speak up. Allowing the devil leverage; the fallen angels opportunity to pry upon the lives of innocent human souls who had no business in the affairs of divinity.
The Father being wrathful at the stench of disloyalty oozing from His own-kin and skin, His very Spirit and Body-and utters judgments at them! But no angel has authorities to execute His verdicts because the Son and Spirit are still God.
Never had it been heard that the most united Kingdom in all existence could break up like lovers after a glorious honeymoon. Men cried for mercy and angels fled for their skin. Hell stopped smoking for once, souls in the abyss also stopped wailing for fear of being caught distracting such chaos between the author of peace.
I imagined filthy words fly like birds around the heads of each other, shots of wrath being spoken into existence aimed for its creator(s).
There was some twists and tumbles, some thundering and rumbles, the sun fled to hide beneath the moon for he too was being accused of being too on and nosy on the day Jesus died on earth.
Crazy isn’t it? That’s how most ‘Christians’ react and treat each other; which such wrath that the devil hides and takes cover. Imagine God depending on you for heaven to be in existence as it is…
Would heaven crumble?
Coz in making some tough decisions, no angels sit at your shoulders, that’s the place demons used up visit. The Lord lives within you, ask within.
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