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While pondering about what He could and would do,

a spaceship landed as did an idea brilliant and new.

He thought as he’d done longer, harder once more.

“I’ve got it! My creation will be better than before!” So he sprinkled some space dust about that great ship. Astronauts became infected when they had to unzip and shed climate control suits, head gear and moon boots. Instilling viral-like qualities to moon dust was his clue, to tweak his creation and alter punishments too! NASA could never fathom after years of exploration that universal curiosity without reservation would lead to the next change in humanity. A fortuitous DNA mutation halted the insanity! Change brought about by numerous children’s rebel possibly saved many from taking up residence in Hell! Why should He bother if they’ve gone so astray when He could destroy and recreate ones to obey?

Because seeds of free will He’d still plant deeply in them in hopes they’ll make proper choices thus honoring Him for selectively mixing and matching aliquot components then donating breath protecting from suffocating opponents. Yet, He tolerated and suffered the loss of our brother, His son. Offering up a most beloved Jesus, what good had it done? Imagine sacrificing one child for the sake of any precious other who then regrettably took in vain the loss of their brother?

“My children ventured off into space on their own accord. Punishment will come swiftly. They’ll shout, Oh Dear Lord! What have we done to deserve all of this? But wrong will they be it’ll be MY vengeance not HIS!” My men of worship are so corrupt that they smother light from My word meant to shine on their brother; Claiming edifices so large but empty most of the night offering no respite from storms to homeless in sight; Boasting membership head counts swollen to capacity

as too numbers of soul’s saved without demonstrable veracity. Just recruits all wanting a separate piece of the pie who do not give a damn while propagating a lie! Gleefully joining churches for status and glory, not Mine only theirs, spreading an incomplete story. Finally, ministries flying around in impressive Lear jets make Me marvel at how the ordained child forgets! I grant them Heaven and earth’s toys to award good behavior when dutifully they spread my word acknowledging Me, Savior. This lot today forgets often the main points I intend blinded by the abundance of gifts My chariots send. Racking up brethren as if notches on a bed post. Whoring and cavorting egos steadily boast using tongues that backlash, and clergymen stealing cash Hatching sinister plots defiling helpless tots with grandiose lectures that often conjectures About what’s clearly written for masses to see of what My book says to those who would be without sound mind to read, see or write bringing them word to help in life’s fight.

Distraught just thinking about all on His plate,

God enacted a plan and then set a soon date.

A reckoning of sorts was about to begin.

As the storm clouds grew, a downpour seeped in …