A Christmas Story ~ Time For Peace

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F: Son!

S: Yes Father.

It’s time.

S: One more star burst and I’ll be there.

In a blink the son appeared before the father, took his place and smiled.

What do you find amusing son?

S: The children.

Oh, yes, the children. What gave you delight this time?

S: Their eyes sparked with curiosity, like the birth of a new star.

Why do you suppose that is?

S: That’s how they began to fall in love.

In love? With what?

S: With Christmas and out of love from us.

Then why do you want to watch my children celebrate your birth? We sat here only a galaxy ago. I know it’s not because the angles gather and rejoice your earthly existence. For that is an ongoing exaltation.

S: Because of people like him and her and them.

What about those souls?

S: Do you see, how Charles laughs when his stubborn heart hurts?

I do. Tell me more.

S: Did you noticed what he did when he left the room and saw the nativity?

No, I didn’t, but I felt his words.

S: Yes, he called for you.

He did and the answer is being sent.

S: And Marissa, look how her heart is bursting. She too smiles as her soul drowns.

Oh, my son, I keep my eye on her.

S: Darkness is consuming her mind. It’s trying to enter her soul. Yet, she knelt and cuddled the shining star that fell on the floor from the Christmas tree.

I did see her face. And an angel will meet with her before she rests her head.

S: Now, look at the gathering of the souls. They sing with broken and malnourished spirit as they put on a show at what they call church. If only they would take me out of the manger, I will show them the spark that stole their first love. I want them to understand how it’s robbing them from joy, love and hope. Maybe, they will allow me to remove it from their heart. It’s keeping them from feeling the love we gave them and have for them. It’s the only way their spirit will be fully restored.

My son, you still love humanity as much as when you went to earth and took their form.

S: I do Father. Yet, I love them even more. I see how they are holding on to faith, sacrificing their life and suffering to keep my memory alive, all with a starving soul. Father, I’m ready. You gave them love, hope and joy. But, they’re depleting. They lack peace.

Go my son, give them your heart. You gave them your life and you left your spirit with them. It’s time to bring them home.

S: Bless me Father before I go and do war.

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