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unhurried leisure. It never occurred to Rachel to ask why these folks were out there enjoying themselves; she seemed to know within herself. As she walked further in she was aware of a massive, pine colored desk whose arc matched the curve of the walls, but whose body mimicked the design of a sail boat: the whole thing tapered down towards the bottom, being supported on a keel-shaped pillar or column.
The desk top itself was bare: a beautiful, polished wooden surface, matching the natural color of the sides, or “keel”. She moved toward the desk smiling with delight as she recognized the clever design. A closer look showed the natural grain lines of the wood. It was smooth and polished with care – the old fashioned wooden surf boards of the One Planet. Slowly, irresistibly she stretched out her hand toward the wooden desk surface. It was hard, solid, and real; but as her hand drew near, she saw how thin and ghost-like it looked by contrast. Just before her fingers caressed the blonde-colored wood, a voice broke the quiet. “You like that, do you?” asked a Voice. Rachel looked up and suddenly she saw the One whom she knew she
must meet.
two beach chairs drawn up near the low picture window. There was a short stand between the chairs, and two iced, fruity drinks sat on the table. She sat down as commanded while he took up the tall glass nearest him. “You’ll have to learn to drink stuff like this,” he said with a twinkle. I hope you like it.” He slurped softly on a straw which ran down to the bottom of his glass. With great curiosity she looked longingly at the glass intended for her. He let her size it up in her own good time. Then she took it up and put her mouth to the straw in imitation of him. It tasted like starbursts and sweetness, lime and greatness, with a strong tingle. “This is – is – amazing!” His eyes twinkled as he laughed. “Good! I’m a fine chef, after all!” She laughed at his witticism, now more at ease. “You know I called you, but you don’t know why,” he said. She knew it to be a simple statement of fact. She stopped her sipping for a moment. “Well, Sir, usually you give us the assignment at the moment of our summons.” “True, Daughter. So I must have something special in store for you.” “Something special, Sir? He took another sip of his drink. “That surprises you.” “Well, of course, Sir.” “Of course,” he
“You’ll get used to it. Your flesh is real now too; you have what I would call a bit more substance than before.” “All from your touch.” He nodded. “This also leaves you open to temptations that the others of your kind do not know or face.” “The touch of a human, you mean?”
“I do," He answered. "But always remember your First Love, and you will be safe.”
“I will, Sir.”
“Yes. You will,” he affirmed as he stood up. He suddenly took her in his arms for a warm embrace. She knew she was surrounded by His love in those seconds. She returned his embrace, blushing. “Now, go and help Ted!” he commanded. And before His last word had faded from her mind she was suddenly not longer in his office; but at the front entrance of Robert E. Lee High School.
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| She found herself dissolving into what looked like a long, milky-white hallway. She knew where it led. |
We do not know what goes on when the Lord of the Heavens and the Earth gives out a special assignment to one of His angels. But perhaps something like the following interchange takes place – all in no time at all. Just imagine, if you can . . . . Rachel passed through a high, narrow hallway, and into a very large room. Its walls were so far apart, they were hard to see. The owner of it obviously loved wide open spaces, for likewise the ceiling was so lofty it seemed to blend in with the bright sky above. The far side of the room was different. All around that side was a massive, wrap-around window which followed the curve of that far wall, in a sweeping concave. The window was interspersed with columns which connected the lower stone façade with the upper wall. The sill of the long window was low enough for one to see out easily from a seated position. The result was an open effect, inviting in the sunlight and the breeze. Her pace slowed as she moved further in, and then felt the breeze – ample proof that the windows were “open”. The draft smelled like the salt sea, and was gentle across her face, blowing sometimes from the left, and again from the right.
Her eyes focused for a moment and she saw beyond the windows the lovely blue turquoise waves of a great ocean. Its breakers were coming in with random streaks of white from the foam of the breakers.
Listening carefully she could hear the sound of the larger waves as they rolled over and crashed. She drew closer to the window, yet still she was many cubits off. She could see they looked down on a lovely beige beach, adorned with occasional tall palm trees. People of some sort played in the waves, and a few beach combers strolled back and forth in complete,
Her eyes focused for a moment and she saw beyond the windows the lovely blue turquoise waves of a great ocean. Its breakers were coming in with random streaks of white from the foam of the breakers.
Listening carefully she could hear the sound of the larger waves as they rolled over and crashed. She drew closer to the window, yet still she was many cubits off. She could see they looked down on a lovely beige beach, adorned with occasional tall palm trees. People of some sort played in the waves, and a few beach combers strolled back and forth in complete,
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| It was a desk that looked like a surf board! |
The desk top itself was bare: a beautiful, polished wooden surface, matching the natural color of the sides, or “keel”. She moved toward the desk smiling with delight as she recognized the clever design. A closer look showed the natural grain lines of the wood. It was smooth and polished with care – the old fashioned wooden surf boards of the One Planet. Slowly, irresistibly she stretched out her hand toward the wooden desk surface. It was hard, solid, and real; but as her hand drew near, she saw how thin and ghost-like it looked by contrast. Just before her fingers caressed the blonde-colored wood, a voice broke the quiet. “You like that, do you?” asked a Voice. Rachel looked up and suddenly she saw the One whom she knew she
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| Her Lord and Master called to her. |
He was a man of medium height, dressed in casual beach clothes. He stood with his back to her, right by the low rail which rimmed the long office window. He was leaning against it, looking out at the gentle breakers, and apparently enjoying the scene. He wore loose khaki pants and a floral print, loose-fitting shirt. Since she saw his back, she could clearly see his long, curly dark hair tied in a pony tail behind his neck. The Man stood where he was, but turned his head to look at her. He was smiling. Her mouth was open in speechlessness, so he motioned to her to come on over. “I like this view. I see it everyday. You might like it too.” Trembling with fear, she obeyed and moved to his side swiftly. He was still smiling as she came up to him. He was a good two inches taller than her, but was entirely disarming. “Hello, Rachel! Take a look!” he motioned toward the vast, turquoise sea. She looked and swallowed in surprise. “I – I didn’t know it was there.” He looked at her again and answered her thoughts. “You made it, Sir. That’s why it’s there.” “I hope you like it too. I also made it for you. And of course for the others.” “Yes, Sir. I mean, yes, I do like it.” “Sit down, Rachel. Let’s chat.” Behind her she suddenly saw
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| The view outside His office was breathtakingly beautiful. |
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| The Lord gave her her final orders right there on the beach. |
answered almost distractedly. “I do this whenever I need one of you to interact directly with my humans.” She was silent at this. Jesus looked at her. “Rachel, I mean for you to interact with
them, one on one. Very directly. As a friend or close associate.” “And that is the assignment you have for me.” It was a statement, not a question. She already knew the truth of it. He nodded and looked away, toward the beach again. “It’s a beautiful world, Earth. There are many distractions. But you will handle those,” he said, smiling and looking right into her eyes.” She said nothing but nodded. “Then of course there’s Ted.”
She found herself strangely blushing at the sound of that name. “That’s it. He’s the one you want me to meet.” “He’s the one whose life needs a little direction right now. A little nudge in the right direction.” Rachel smiled shyly. “And I’m the ‘nudge’.” “You’re the nudge,” Jesus repeated. “Or in other words, you will also be something of a distraction to Ted. You’ll get his attention, form a relationship. And then tell him the things I want him to know and do. He will listen. At least I hope he will.” He took a long sip of his drink. She imitated him. Rachel nodded seriously. “That’s the thing, isn’t it, Lord? You give them free will. So you can only hope they will choose the right thing to do, once you have shown them.” Jesus said nothing, but stared out to sea. “I’ve always liked the sea. Ever since my family took up residence in Nazareth
years ago. We went down to Ginneseret once when I was young, and I was hooked,” he said, reminiscing, and clearly enjoying these moments with someone else to listen. “It’s why I moved there as a man. That and other reasons.”
And she knew what they were. “You wanted to find the men that you could use. It is beautiful here.” He looked over at her and put his drink down. “And so are you,
She found herself strangely blushing at the sound of that name. “That’s it. He’s the one you want me to meet.” “He’s the one whose life needs a little direction right now. A little nudge in the right direction.” Rachel smiled shyly. “And I’m the ‘nudge’.” “You’re the nudge,” Jesus repeated. “Or in other words, you will also be something of a distraction to Ted. You’ll get his attention, form a relationship. And then tell him the things I want him to know and do. He will listen. At least I hope he will.” He took a long sip of his drink. She imitated him. Rachel nodded seriously. “That’s the thing, isn’t it, Lord? You give them free will. So you can only hope they will choose the right thing to do, once you have shown them.” Jesus said nothing, but stared out to sea. “I’ve always liked the sea. Ever since my family took up residence in Nazareth
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| This part looked like another sea where the Master had spent so much time. |
And she knew what they were. “You wanted to find the men that you could use. It is beautiful here.” He looked over at her and put his drink down. “And so are you,
Rachel.” She found herself blushing again. “Thank you, Lord. You made me this way.” “I did. And now we come to the point. I made you pleasing to the eye. Ted Grayson will agree with me.” “I see, Sir.” “I believe you will find this mission different from any other. And I think you will enjoy it.” “I will do my best, Sir.” “I’m sure you will, Rachel. But there’s one thing more you need.” “What, Sir?”
But as soon as she asked, she knew. She stood up from her chair and walked to Him. “Take my hands in yours,” He said. He extended his nail-scarred hands, and she held them, touching the horrible wounds from long past. As soon as she did she felt something solid bolt through her system. She felt a new kind of reality: as if she had real substance and weight for the first time. She breathed out and caught her breath in surprise. “I – I am breathing!! Like a – a --.”
But as soon as she asked, she knew. She stood up from her chair and walked to Him. “Take my hands in yours,” He said. He extended his nail-scarred hands, and she held them, touching the horrible wounds from long past. As soon as she did she felt something solid bolt through her system. She felt a new kind of reality: as if she had real substance and weight for the first time. She breathed out and caught her breath in surprise. “I – I am breathing!! Like a – a --.”
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| Rachel had little time to think of all He had told her. The world around her was changing rapidly. |
“Like me,” he finished. “Like all humans. How else can you interact convincingly without this ability?” “Of course, Lord. Yet I find it so very surprising!” She inhaled deeply again, catching the fullness of the sea breeze.
“You’ll get used to it. Your flesh is real now too; you have what I would call a bit more substance than before.” “All from your touch.” He nodded. “This also leaves you open to temptations that the others of your kind do not know or face.” “The touch of a human, you mean?”
“I do," He answered. "But always remember your First Love, and you will be safe.”
“I will, Sir.”
“Yes. You will,” he affirmed as he stood up. He suddenly took her in his arms for a warm embrace. She knew she was surrounded by His love in those seconds. She returned his embrace, blushing. “Now, go and help Ted!” he commanded. And before His last word had faded from her mind she was suddenly not longer in his office; but at the front entrance of Robert E. Lee High School.
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