Closer and closer I came to those markers there that you see, and with my angelic eyes, I spied from a long way off a single human man. But my eyes told me this was no human, that on the contrary this man was filled with the fire of God.
I didn't believe it, and yet I walked on, closer and closer, unable to stop myself, and then stopped where we are now, staring at the figure who sat on that rock before me, looking up at me here.
It was God! There was no question. He was sheathed in flesh, dark skinned from the sun, dark haired, and had the dark eyes of the desert people, but it was God! My God!
And there he sat in this fleshly body, looking at me with human eyes, and the eyes of God, and I could see the Light totally filling Him and contained within Him and concealed from the outside world by His flesh as if it were the strongest membrane betwixt Heaven and Earth.
If there was anything more terrible than this revelation, it was that He was looking at me and that He knew me and had been waiting for me, and that all I felt for Him, as I looked at Him, was love.
We sing over and over again the songs of love. Is that the one song intended for all Creation?
I looked at him in terror for His mortal parts, His sunburnt flesh, His thirst, the emptiness of His stomach and the suffering of His eyes in the heat, for the presence of Almighty God inside Him and I felt overwhelming love.
'So, Lucifer,' He said in a man's tongue and with a man's voice. 'I have come.'
I fell on my face before Him. This was instinctive. I just lay there, reaching out and touching the very tip of the latchet of His sandal. I sighed and my body shook with the relief of loneliness, the attraction to God and the satisfaction of it, and I began a giddy weeping just to be near Him and see Him and I marveled at what this must mean.
'Stand up, come sit near me,' He said. 'I am a man now, and I am God, but I am afraid.' His voice was indescribably moving to me, human yet filled with wisdom of the divine. He spoke with the language and accent of Jerusalem.
'Oh, Lord, what can I do to ease your pain?' I said, for the pain was obvious. I stood up. 'What have you done and why?'
'I have done exactly what you tempted me to do, Lucifer,' He answered, and His face wore the most dreamlike and engaging smile. 'I have come into the flesh. Only I have done you one better. I was born of a mortal woman, planting the seed myself in her, and for thirty years, I have lived on this earth as a child and a man, and for long periods doubting - no, even forgetting and ceasing to believe altogether - that I was really God!'
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I didn't believe it, and yet I walked on, closer and closer, unable to stop myself, and then stopped where we are now, staring at the figure who sat on that rock before me, looking up at me here.
It was God! There was no question. He was sheathed in flesh, dark skinned from the sun, dark haired, and had the dark eyes of the desert people, but it was God! My God!
And there he sat in this fleshly body, looking at me with human eyes, and the eyes of God, and I could see the Light totally filling Him and contained within Him and concealed from the outside world by His flesh as if it were the strongest membrane betwixt Heaven and Earth.
If there was anything more terrible than this revelation, it was that He was looking at me and that He knew me and had been waiting for me, and that all I felt for Him, as I looked at Him, was love.
We sing over and over again the songs of love. Is that the one song intended for all Creation?
I looked at him in terror for His mortal parts, His sunburnt flesh, His thirst, the emptiness of His stomach and the suffering of His eyes in the heat, for the presence of Almighty God inside Him and I felt overwhelming love.
'So, Lucifer,' He said in a man's tongue and with a man's voice. 'I have come.'
I fell on my face before Him. This was instinctive. I just lay there, reaching out and touching the very tip of the latchet of His sandal. I sighed and my body shook with the relief of loneliness, the attraction to God and the satisfaction of it, and I began a giddy weeping just to be near Him and see Him and I marveled at what this must mean.
'Stand up, come sit near me,' He said. 'I am a man now, and I am God, but I am afraid.' His voice was indescribably moving to me, human yet filled with wisdom of the divine. He spoke with the language and accent of Jerusalem.
'Oh, Lord, what can I do to ease your pain?' I said, for the pain was obvious. I stood up. 'What have you done and why?'
'I have done exactly what you tempted me to do, Lucifer,' He answered, and His face wore the most dreamlike and engaging smile. 'I have come into the flesh. Only I have done you one better. I was born of a mortal woman, planting the seed myself in her, and for thirty years, I have lived on this earth as a child and a man, and for long periods doubting - no, even forgetting and ceasing to believe altogether - that I was really God!'