GPiper
July 28th 2003, 02:47 PM
Glory Seeds
The Life of Jesus touches your's at the point of your deepest need!
"But before entering the next phase of his training and stepping into the wilderness the soon to be Son of God, must first become the Son of Man, he would need to light the unknown of humanity. He waited for the hand of God to paint yet another picture. Suddenly the paint brush guided by the hand of God touched Jesus and he fell to the ground with a crushing pain in his heart. Fighting for each breath, he desperately fought for life opening his eyes he found himself in a strange place. He was laying on his back suspended off the floor by bed of some kind, strings lead from his chest to strange box with colored lights wavy green lines. The room was painted white, all was quiet. “Your husband has had a very severe heart attack.”
From the dark unknown a sinister evil hand reached out and grabbed the fragile life and began pulling it. The silence was broken by strange noises and people rushing around. A voice sounded, “We have a code blue in exam one, code blue exam one.”
The room grew dark with the darkness came the iciness of a life fading to nothingness. A familiar voice hissed, “I have won, I have defeated God’s own Son, never again will light shine forth from heaven, I have won.” And the Master’s heart stopped.
In less than a heartbeat from a place where even death can not go, from his will to become the Messiah, from his will to save humanity a strange power, gripped the lifeless form and pulled. A excited voice rang out, “We have a faint heartbeat!” And the struggle between life and death raged. And the Master’s heart beat stronger and stronger as the darkness of death gave way to the light of life.
Stroke after stroke the brush of the Great Artist moved again and again and Jesus experienced the pain of broken relationships, the emptiness of shattered hopes, the discouragement of broken dreams, and the fear of loneliness. With each stroke of the brush a portrait emerged, a portrait of victory, a portrait of a man hanging on a cross. Jesus stepped forward for a closer look and discovered the picture to be a mosaic of millions and millions of faces and lives he also recognized the person in the portrait, it was him.
For the longest time Jesus stood motionless looking toward the heavens. A familiar voice began talking, “Go my son, and take all unknowns with you so everyone will know that in you the darkness of life is illuminated.”
(an excerpt from a short story I wrote titled "The Making of a Messiah.
If you'd like a copy ask and ye shall receive.)
The Life of Jesus touches your's at the point of your deepest need!
"But before entering the next phase of his training and stepping into the wilderness the soon to be Son of God, must first become the Son of Man, he would need to light the unknown of humanity. He waited for the hand of God to paint yet another picture. Suddenly the paint brush guided by the hand of God touched Jesus and he fell to the ground with a crushing pain in his heart. Fighting for each breath, he desperately fought for life opening his eyes he found himself in a strange place. He was laying on his back suspended off the floor by bed of some kind, strings lead from his chest to strange box with colored lights wavy green lines. The room was painted white, all was quiet. “Your husband has had a very severe heart attack.”
From the dark unknown a sinister evil hand reached out and grabbed the fragile life and began pulling it. The silence was broken by strange noises and people rushing around. A voice sounded, “We have a code blue in exam one, code blue exam one.”
The room grew dark with the darkness came the iciness of a life fading to nothingness. A familiar voice hissed, “I have won, I have defeated God’s own Son, never again will light shine forth from heaven, I have won.” And the Master’s heart stopped.
In less than a heartbeat from a place where even death can not go, from his will to become the Messiah, from his will to save humanity a strange power, gripped the lifeless form and pulled. A excited voice rang out, “We have a faint heartbeat!” And the struggle between life and death raged. And the Master’s heart beat stronger and stronger as the darkness of death gave way to the light of life.
Stroke after stroke the brush of the Great Artist moved again and again and Jesus experienced the pain of broken relationships, the emptiness of shattered hopes, the discouragement of broken dreams, and the fear of loneliness. With each stroke of the brush a portrait emerged, a portrait of victory, a portrait of a man hanging on a cross. Jesus stepped forward for a closer look and discovered the picture to be a mosaic of millions and millions of faces and lives he also recognized the person in the portrait, it was him.
For the longest time Jesus stood motionless looking toward the heavens. A familiar voice began talking, “Go my son, and take all unknowns with you so everyone will know that in you the darkness of life is illuminated.”
(an excerpt from a short story I wrote titled "The Making of a Messiah.
If you'd like a copy ask and ye shall receive.)