The Holy Grail! The cup that Jesus used in His Last Supper! Something that people have searched for over the last twenty centuries!
Boring! Boring! Boring! Your human ideas of what’s important are often ridiculous.
I wish you could fully understand what truly matters to our Father. Your precious souls, not some cup. End of story!
But I’ll explain anyhow.
In light of all the centuries of human history, the life and death of an old beggar in the slums of some city might seem so unimportant that it would be beyond notice. Yet my greatest glory and honor to our Father has come on the occasions when He sent me to protect such beggars from untimely deaths. Even with people as poor and dirty and unnoticed as beggars, our Father wanted to give them one more chance to live long enough to choose faith in our Father and join us in the Eternal Home. Upon their arrival after they die, each of those beggars — unknown to you but infinitely treasured by our Father — received such a joyous welcome that is was as if there had been no other soul ever saved in such a way.
The Holy Grail is just a cup! After what I’ve just explained about human souls, do you still think our Father places any significance in lifeless lumps of metal?
Let me repeat: Our Father loves your souls. He wants to give you every chance possible to reach for Him. That’s all it takes — reach for Him. To more fully understand this concept, read the Gospels and how our Father saved your souls by letting His Son accept the punishment you deserve for turning away from Him.
There are llots of reason our Father sends us among you. I’ve been on countless missions over the centuries, and I have listened to other angels describe their missions to me.
Sometimes, yes, it’s immediately apparent why our Father wants us involved. Let me just say the World War II, as you’ve called it, kept many, many, many of us busy. For a while, Satan thought he had a good thing going with Hitler and the concentration camps. I shudder to think what would have happened had Hitler managed to put together a world empire. But enough of you made the right choices, and evil was defeated.
Other times a mission might seem totally unneeded.
Take a kid about nine hundred years ago. He grew up in an area of Europe that would later become Germany. He had ten brothers and sisters, and they were such a big brood that the mother, a widow, could hardly keep track of them. This kid had a thing about climbing trees. Big trees, little trees, old trees. Didn’t matter to him. He just wanted to climb. He always did it when his mother was busy with another brother or sister. Boy! did he keep me busy for a stretch of five years. Then one day, he got over the tree – climbing thing. It wasn’t because he’d fallen; no, I made sure he was safe each time. He just decided to quit. Only then was I called back to the glory of our Father’s presence.
Much as I wanted to ask our Father why I’d been put to all that work for a little tree – climber, I just waited, and waited. It’s not really "waiting," though, because time is much different on our side than yours. I saw first that the kid gave his soul to our Father about ten years after my mission was over. There was another big celebration when he stepped through death’s curtain and showed up among us. I’ve been very mature ever since — I haven’t once burst his bubble and explained it was me, and not his great athletic skill, that kept him safe during his tree – climbing years.
Still, I wondered if there had been more to my mission than that. Then three hundred and seventy-six years later, his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson was born. November of AD. 1483. The grandson didn’t seem like much to anyone around him. But I’d been sent to watch over him. The world would need him soon enough. Trust me, our Father has a great sense of humor. He knew all along I’d been wondering about that little tree – climber who was such a rascal, and I was about to get the answer. See, all those centuries later, in November of 1483, after the long line of families who were all off spring of that tree – climber, comes this boy named Martin. You may have heard of him. Last name was Luther. If that tree – climber nearly four hundred earlier had fallen and broken his neck, we wouldn’t have had one of the most important people in church history. He stood up for God and truth and turned people back to our Father.
Get the idea?!
Every mission is important. Just not always the way you might expect.
Boring! Boring! Boring! Your human ideas of what’s important are often ridiculous.
I wish you could fully understand what truly matters to our Father. Your precious souls, not some cup. End of story!
But I’ll explain anyhow.
In light of all the centuries of human history, the life and death of an old beggar in the slums of some city might seem so unimportant that it would be beyond notice. Yet my greatest glory and honor to our Father has come on the occasions when He sent me to protect such beggars from untimely deaths. Even with people as poor and dirty and unnoticed as beggars, our Father wanted to give them one more chance to live long enough to choose faith in our Father and join us in the Eternal Home. Upon their arrival after they die, each of those beggars — unknown to you but infinitely treasured by our Father — received such a joyous welcome that is was as if there had been no other soul ever saved in such a way.
The Holy Grail is just a cup! After what I’ve just explained about human souls, do you still think our Father places any significance in lifeless lumps of metal?
Let me repeat: Our Father loves your souls. He wants to give you every chance possible to reach for Him. That’s all it takes — reach for Him. To more fully understand this concept, read the Gospels and how our Father saved your souls by letting His Son accept the punishment you deserve for turning away from Him.
There are llots of reason our Father sends us among you. I’ve been on countless missions over the centuries, and I have listened to other angels describe their missions to me.
Sometimes, yes, it’s immediately apparent why our Father wants us involved. Let me just say the World War II, as you’ve called it, kept many, many, many of us busy. For a while, Satan thought he had a good thing going with Hitler and the concentration camps. I shudder to think what would have happened had Hitler managed to put together a world empire. But enough of you made the right choices, and evil was defeated.
Other times a mission might seem totally unneeded.
Take a kid about nine hundred years ago. He grew up in an area of Europe that would later become Germany. He had ten brothers and sisters, and they were such a big brood that the mother, a widow, could hardly keep track of them. This kid had a thing about climbing trees. Big trees, little trees, old trees. Didn’t matter to him. He just wanted to climb. He always did it when his mother was busy with another brother or sister. Boy! did he keep me busy for a stretch of five years. Then one day, he got over the tree – climbing thing. It wasn’t because he’d fallen; no, I made sure he was safe each time. He just decided to quit. Only then was I called back to the glory of our Father’s presence.
Much as I wanted to ask our Father why I’d been put to all that work for a little tree – climber, I just waited, and waited. It’s not really "waiting," though, because time is much different on our side than yours. I saw first that the kid gave his soul to our Father about ten years after my mission was over. There was another big celebration when he stepped through death’s curtain and showed up among us. I’ve been very mature ever since — I haven’t once burst his bubble and explained it was me, and not his great athletic skill, that kept him safe during his tree – climbing years.
Still, I wondered if there had been more to my mission than that. Then three hundred and seventy-six years later, his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson was born. November of AD. 1483. The grandson didn’t seem like much to anyone around him. But I’d been sent to watch over him. The world would need him soon enough. Trust me, our Father has a great sense of humor. He knew all along I’d been wondering about that little tree – climber who was such a rascal, and I was about to get the answer. See, all those centuries later, in November of 1483, after the long line of families who were all off spring of that tree – climber, comes this boy named Martin. You may have heard of him. Last name was Luther. If that tree – climber nearly four hundred earlier had fallen and broken his neck, we wouldn’t have had one of the most important people in church history. He stood up for God and truth and turned people back to our Father.
Get the idea?!
Every mission is important. Just not always the way you might expect.
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