Parables of the Bible: The End's Teacher

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: God owns the Bible; I'm just borrowing it.


House of God, Gate of Heaven


"Your father was quite the character," the Great Uncle laughed. "Certainly kept Us on Our toes."

The Son's mouth twitched, as Araton whispered 'no kidding' to Soterasiel.

"You want to know about the dream?"


"Hey, Cherith, bet I can make it to the bottom and back up before Soterasiel even notices we're gone!" Reve called to his fellow angel.

"You're on!" Cherith yelled, taking off.

"Hey, no fair!" Reve exclaimed, trying to catch up.

"Way too much energy," Araton muttered, going off in search of his partner. Where Araton was, Soterasiel wasn't far away.


"Heaven and earth were wed for a single night, as they were in the dawn of the world. A ladder of golden Shekinah glory stitched together the two worlds in Time, as the Sons of El came and went," the Great Uncle's voice lulled the traveler to sleep.


Satan screamed in terror as a bolt of the LORD's glory found him and hurled him from his hiding place. "This is a deserted place; I have a right to be here the same as this human!"

"Not when it concerns My son," the Great King said, gesturing at the man, who was using a stone for a pillow. He bent down and touched Jacob's forehead, calming the man's fear.

Satan hissed and vanished. He knew better than to challenge the Most High.

"Do not worry, Israel, for I am with you," the Great King murmured, tenderly smiling down at the sleeping shepherd.


"Told you, I'd win," Cherith grinned, as he and Reve stopped to catch their breaths once the race was over.

"Dream's over, kiddos," Soterasiel rumbled. "Back to your posts."

"Why do you treat us like kids?" Cherith asked. "We were all created at the same time."

"Quit acting like one, then," came the retort.

"Have more fun in life," the younger angel shot back.


"And why do we have to clean the outer courts?" Reve grumbled.

"It teaches respect," the Son said, hands on hips.


Jacob opened his eyes and stretched in the early morning sunlight. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned. "Was it all a dream? Did I really see Grandfather Abraham's Elohim?"

He saw the jug next to his pillow. "Huh. I don't remember this being here last night."

He bowed his head and anointed the stone. "Bethel," he christened the place.

"Bethel," the Great Uncle said, "a place of worship, true and idolatrous."

"Where a man may dream of angels and ladders and heavenly places," the Son murmured.

"You did remember to tell them to stop sweeping, right?" the Great King asked His Son.

"They got time off for the weddings," the Son said, rolling eyes up to the ceiling.


"Araton and Soterasiel sure weren't bored during that time period," the Great Uncle said, much to the traveler's amusement.


A/N:

Yes, I know. Cherith and Reve act like a bunch of hyper-active two year-olds on a sugar high. Randomness is part-and-parcel of their personalities. Araton and Soterasiel balance them out.