In the Year of our LORD - 20….

The Son….. immersed in the realm of FATHER, SON and SPIRT perched contemplatively on the seat He'd set at the right hand of the FATHER some nearly two millennia ago…. now.

Oh…. How creating a cosmos had so…. established? His own passing through eternity, to time back to eternity and… beyond? He snickered joyfully as the excitement of the greatest Day of cosmic history (or rather the end of the current corruption) approached.

All of eternity had made Him very patient though, as the memories of the wailing of his human soul were ever as present as they'd been… back in time. How omnipresence had wiped away the sorrow of a world soon to pass.

Yet somewhere in time still resided a place of restitution that the wrath and the Day of Judgement would bring. Pragmatically speaking, it was coming and He knew; and upon an eternity of levels how necessary it was.

From the moment Lucifer coveted that knowledge of good and evil; of what only the nature of GOD could not be corrupted by. Desperately greedy demons; who did actually "know better" but still refused to obey. Their day was coming in the Lake of Fire; along with all the willful men who leaped off their own self induced delusions of glory, into the abyss themselves.

For the wages of sin are death. The Son acknowledged as He held out His own scared hands as the ever present reminder of the cost.

The memories of wrath, just as the sorrow of cosmic collapse, were just as ever present as the Lake of Fire was distant from the coming glory of creation's rebirth. The concept of that birth that came on the heels of the bloody death of…. the lamb slain from the foundation of the world.

What a paradox of how eternity stands against time. The Son contemplated more as the constant chatter of communion of FATHER, SON and SPIRIT continued in the embodiment of His incarnated personhood, that had now finished the college of created time.

The only event yet to remain was the graduation ceremony; where the saints of all time would pass from thence into eternity possessed of the bodies that would be just as real as His own ascended existence.

Funny how something "real" translated into quite the oxymoron for the ONE and only omnipresent GOD. The Son snickered at the irony of omnipresent immortality of His once mortal flesh.

FATHER and SPIRIT acknowledged the SON; thus giggling to THEM…selves.

Eternal "inside joke" as humanity would call it.

"They still fail to understand." The Son stated matter of factly.

"Well of course, creation has no way of comprehending the mind of the eternally existent GOD." The Spirit answered.

"Yes, so many of them still think the Law will save them." The Father concurred.

"Yet, conception can't take place while the body is still bloodied by the need for atonement." The Son added.

"Yes, what they now deem necessary by their current belief in mikvah, is now useless since You ascended and now sit here once more with Us." The Father smiled as He reached across the divide of omnipresence to squeeze the Son's hand.

"Beyond of the… pride of a mortal father." The Father concluded. "I am well pleased with my Son."

"And while the conception has taken place and the creature is about to be delivered of its new birth…" The Spirit began.

"I've fulfilled the command. I've been fruitful and multiplied." The Son finished the sentence.

"That You have." The Father chuckled as He surveyed the filling of the 3rd heaven that had been taking place over…. time.

"Yes." The Son replied of His own laughter. "The saint that wrote that 'Ask Me' fan fiction story; principally speaking, did get it right."

"Just one of many saints whose expositions of what they see through the glass dimly can so… 'perfectly' articulate through the imperfection of the limits of human understanding." The Spirit added.

"But by the power of Your resurrection; they still await their hope." The Father pointedly stated.

"Lest We…. forget that?" The Son started laughing.

"I'm omniscient. I won't forget." The Spirit smirked.

"I'll remember that." The Son smirked back.

"And I promise. I can't forget." The Father added.

"Yet, the end of corruption is coming." The Son contemplatively leaned forward peering through eternity into… the current… state of time.

"Yes, and sooner than most of them suspect." The Father nodded soberly.

"Well, when that is; We are all more than ready." The Spirit agreed.

"The final culmination of 'on the 3rd day I Am perfected'." The Son recalled his words to the pharisee. "For seven days of 'blood purification'; was I 'born of a woman'. The only hope of redemption for Adam's progeny."

"Because of… the woman You gave me." The Father stated matter of factly.

Yep…. They nodded among Themself.

"I'm excited for all of them, of the coming recreated cosmos!" The Spirit happily declared as the whole of the saints awe struck attention turned to the Throne.

"And right on cue; here comes Gabriel." The Father chuckled.

"Is it time?" The Son lent an affirming nod as He stood up.

"For the trump shall sound and the dead shall be raised incorruptible." The Spirit recited.

"Spirit of the Living God; You just got Paul's attention." The Son gestured with a happy chuckle.

"Well, We're about to get everyones!" The Father announced!


The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.

Revelation 22:21