A Brotherhood story
In the space between spaces, where we all met, a convocation of sorts took place.
All the preparations were in place. The beauty, which I reflected, was ready to accomplish His will. Everything would turn out amazing - almost as awesome as me. He hadn’t told Me the entire plan, though.
He was about to make His final changes. The excitement was palpable. All of Us were already singing praises, and the anticipated crescendo had most of Us dancing. The joy about to burst forth was indescribable, even though I restrained myself. Someone with my beauty should be somewhat restrained, but all the wonders of His creation would exist in short order. I might even be among the impressed.
“THE PLAN WE HAVE REQUIRES SOMEONE TO GO THROUGH THE MOST SEARING AGONY IMAGINABLE,” He said. “AND WE HAVE A VOLUNTEER.”
He wasn’t so much a single being but a collection of three. One of those would have to submit to the Higher Authority for all time. From that moment on, known as the Son, He would be . . . limited. He could - would - only do what the Father willed.
I thought of it as insanity. He still had His power, but He chose not to use it. The purpose of power was to use it. But who was I to question He Who was perfect? Or was He?
“ONCE MY PLAN REACHES FULFILLMENT OUR VOLUNTEER WILL BE RULE UNDER MY AUTHORITY. EVERYTHING WILL BE GIVEN TO HIM.”
What? Another level of insanity? Give everything to someone who will take on the form of a puny human for all eternity? The least of Us were orders of magnitude better than the best of . . . them. And there were none better than Me.
I looked around and many of Us had become restive. A number also glanced at those around Them. I marked who They were in My mind. Something had to be done. All of creation could not be handed over to . . . that, not when I was available and such a better option.
Then He moved over the face of the deep.
“LET THERE BE LIGHT.”
At His Word there was light.
And I hated it.