"Lucy", Gabriel, God and Please Tell me the Time
Here is another "little drabble one shot" on "off the cuff conversations with Christ". The angels in heaven still don't know the time of the end; but that doesn't quench Gabriel's curiosity.
Gabriel stood proudly outside the entrance to the throne room and watched as the majestic doors swung open to welcome him in. Much to his surprise it was void of both any one, as well as any ONE; seeing how usually when senior angels were called upon, there were at least a few who converged upon the presence of the Lord simultaneously.
Gabriel strode in, gazing upon the empty throne wondering where his King was. Of course it was not like God to be late; (how can One who's omnipresent be late for anything)? Gabriel chuckled to himself.
"Gabe!" An informal salutation echoed through the empty chamber.
"Lord?" Gabriel questioned, as though the voice sounded familiar; he was not usually met with such unofficial greetings.
"In here." The voice replied, as another large door which stood to the right of the throne swiveled open of just a crack large enough for Gabriel to squeeze through. How exciting! Gabriel giggled with quiet delight, for it was not often he was asked into the King's very own Holy of Holies.
What grand message does His Majesty hold for us? Gabriel's curiosity began to grow. Was it time for "Operation End Game"? Gabe wondered. Though he had been briefed on parts of the plan and he was throughly convinced of: 'Woe to them that desire the Day of the Lord'. Gabriel still yearned to see the new world; wherein dwelt righteousness with no possibility of being corrupted. The wonder of such pondering almost bought tears to his eyes; even though angels can't technically cry. Gabe giggled to himself.
Gabriel sucked in an awestruck breath as his eyes wandered around the vast space that seemed endlessly magnificent and rich with purest light. From the center of such light came a form toward him.
"Good day Your Majesty." Gabriel bowed.
"Good day faithful servant of the highest angelic order." Jesus smiled. "At ease soldier."
Gabriel stood strait as an arrow; always happy to hear those words, as he was always happier to see his King. He grinned big.
"I have a mission for you to pick an angel for." Jesus announced in a radiance that subsided itself so that Gabriel could now actually "hear" what he was about to be commanded.
"Yes Sir." Gabriel smiled as he contentedly gazed at the loveliest face in all the Kingdom.
"Ah, one of my most faithful angels." Jesus laughed a bit as He reached out to touch Gabriel's shoulder. Gabriel felt himself glow brighter in the reflection of such greatness as Jesus gave him an affectionate slap on the back. "You've so surpassed any thought I would have supposed to expect of 'ol…. Lucy." Jesus smirked as Gabriel let out a bit of a snicker. The King was being a bit silly this morning.
"Yes, Your Majesty. He seems to have gone that much more… off the rails?" Gabriel suggested as he flashed a peculiar look. "Sign of the times… I suppose?"
Jesus flashed a return 'on the sly' at Gabriel's 'sign of the times' inquiry, shook a finger at Gabe and then let out a chuckle.
"Well, inquisitive minds want to know." Gabriel sheepishly shrugged.
"And thy patients at finding out will be well rewarded." The King sighed as He gave Gabriel a reassuring tussle. "As opposed to…." He rolled His eyes.
"Lucy who's lost it!" Gabriel finished his Lord's sentence.
"Yeah…" Jesus finally nodded and folded His arms knowingly. "Now experimenting in transgenderism of beings not even created with gender." The King raised an eyebrow and cringed.
"Well Sir, it is pride month." Gabriel tried not to laugh.
"And guess who's leading the parade." Jesus quipped as He threw His hands up without missing a beat.
"I'd always perceived Lucy did think he was a little too pretty Sir." Gabriel confirmed with a subdued giggle.
"Yeah well, at least that close to inception he did trip; ….. and descend… at about the speed of light!" The King shook a finger of recollection in the air. "All the best laid plans of mice, men and…free falling angels you know." Jesus paused a moment.
"Just like their World Trade Center Sir." Gabriel amended.
"Yes, exactly like their economic Tower of Babel." The King pointed at Gabe. "There's nothing new under the sun; you know."
"Yes Sir; I know." Gabriel answered.
"And speaking of pride month." The King retreated to a former thought. "Thus your assignment; pick an angel for a particular saint."
"Aint turned saint Sir?" Gabriel inquired with an approving smile.
"Yes, but not yet." Jesus explained as He turned to walk toward the shining radiance. He waved His hand to subdue such abundance of glory, as He leaned over a table that seemed to appear from nothingness and gazed into a book. "This one." He pointed as He motioned Gabriel to come hither. "It's his time of awakening."
"Assuming the Spirit is not yet deployed into his heart Sir; I'm guessing You want us to protect him?" Gabriel remarked as he hurried over and peered into where Jesus was pointing.
"Yes." His Lord answered. "I'm sending you down to the Club; Demon Whacker." He chuckled a bit. "There's plenty soon coming out of this one."
"You don't want us to send Homer?" Gabriel inquired. "He very much enjoys batting them out of the park."
"Homer doesn't want to leave his current team." Jesus answered. "Tyrone is about to slide into plate and Homer doesn't want to miss the victory lap."
"Oh?" Gabriel puzzled a moment. "He never told me that Sir."
"Well, you know now!" Jesus turned and grinned; while it took Gabriel a moment.
"Ah!" The angel finally started to laugh. "After how many millennia and I'm still a bit slow on the uptake?" He paused a moment before pointing to his King. "Omniscience!"
"Smart angel, some wise crackin' Creator made!" Jesus smirked.
"Yes Sir." Gabriel giggled in response. "Holy humor; of what is the Father's doing."
"What isn't the Father doing?" Jesus wisecracked back. "Does my Father never do nothing?"
Gabriel stood and pondered this a moment.
"Omnipotence always appeared to me to make Your life easier than mine." Gabriel shrugged a good natured, yet honest confession.
"Takes all the fun out of guessing huh?" Jesus grinned.
"You remembered Sir!" Gabriel grinned back.
"I've always known." Jesus smirked in side comment.
"Doof!" Gabriel slapped his hand to his face as Jesus quietly giggled. "Got me again Your Royal Highness. I walked into that one; didn't I."
"Happens when your not omnipresent." His King smirked again, while Gabriel chuckled an eye rolling groan. "But don't fret; I like you Gabe." Jesus snickered as He lent another good natured whack. "That other Michael guy is so serious!" He waved the following comment away.
"He who most assuredly is God." Gabriel tried not to laugh as he contemplated the meaning of his own name - God man. "After all Sir, You did name us after Theophanies of Yourself." He muttered jokingly and lent an exaggerated cough.
"Give you something to have to live up too!" Jesus cracked a good natured retort. "After all, I wasn't going to name you morning star; now was I?"
"No Sir; Thank You!" Gabriel looked up at his King with a relieved sigh before he turned his attention back to the large book. "Talk about complexes!" He shook his head.
"Not feeling girly huh?" Jesus poised His comeback.
"Nope." Gabriel started to giggle as he hit a sudden stroke of literary genius. "Behold, they that wear soft raiment are in kings' houses."
"Ahhh! Good one!" Jesus roared with laughter. "And it wasn't even pride month!"
Gabriel peered with unsure, yet excited anticipation at his King.
"Tell that fox, behold today I cast out devils and do cures today and tomorrow; and and the third day shall be perfected. Does that mean, as within the past so we are getting close to the future?" Gabriel egarly inquired.
"I can't tell you that!" Jesus gaped at Gabriel's less than subtle question. "Besides, it would take all the fun out of my jokes." He commented. "In a perfected universe, it won't be funny any more, because you'll get all my jokes."
"But I'll never be omniscient Sir." Gabriel flashed his King a puzzled look.
"Ahh, so you'll get them all again." Jesus laughed with wink as He pointed at Gabriel. "Got ya!" He turned and muttered to Himself. "Can't pull that one on You or You." He giggled to Himself.
"The Father and the Spirit Sir?" Gabriel pondered a moment. "Yeah, I guess They'd know all the punch lines; would't They?"
"Before I even think them up!" Jesus amended. "I love having a creation." He chuckled as He carelessly reached out and gave Gabriel a friendly squeeze. "Now, as for your assignment…" The King went on to task Gabriel with his orders.
"Your Majesty Sir?" Gabriel paused a moment before he departed, orders in hand. "Can I ask…." His voice trailed off.
"Every passing day we are closer." Jesus answered. "Fret not, before you realize it; it will be here and old things will have passed."
"Thank You Sir." Gabriel sucked in a pained sigh. "For all the tragedy that occurs daily in this universe."
"It won't compare to the glory that is to come." The King assured him. "Remember the promise; for you know it's a done deal!"
"Yes." Gabriel smiled. "Soon no more Lucy on the loose."
"They all know it's coming." The King nodded with a chuckle before He commanded. "Dismissed angel. We still got work to do."
"Yes Sir!" Gabriel saluted as he turned and departed.
For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.
And not only they, but ourselves also, which have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body.
Romans 8:22-23