But where was your resurrection?"
He sat waiting in the park…
He was sitting on an old wooden bench in the park evening had fallen and the cold was sinking into his jacket and jeans but he could only feel the rise and fall of all things coming into and out of the existence as the madness deepened in the evening deepened it's syncing hold like an adder's grip on a mouse. Before him to the world and all of it its creatures and within him the sacred silence was disturbed by the sound of voices arguing and fighting amongst themselves as to his fate but his mind had gone beyond all this as the all consuming madness gripped him.
The park was quiet now.
The park was quiet now, there were not very many people here now.
But as this being stood or sat outside waiting on a fate he could not imagine a being a being was coming up to sit beside him compelled by an inner witness that the one on the bench could not understand or feel.
“A beautiful night,” said the creature who now set before him though he had not seen him approach
“Do you mind if I sit down here?”
“Sure,” he responded barely knowing where he was
“It’s a free country isn’t it”
The being who sat before him was a black anthro cat in a suit with a book in his hand
His deep yellow eyes were shining in the dimming light of the evening there was a gentle kindness there but also a persistence his suit was it almost carpet color of brown and black the book a black Knightley leather with gold gilding the pages.
He began to talk to the being who sat to the boy about the nature of things and about the Bible and God’s truth.
“Son do you know who made all this?”
“But where was your ressurection?”
And here he jestured to the park around them.
“I value the nursing mother.” And The the boy responded by drawing a circle in the air but he was not really talking to the man or to the cat I should say he was talking to the beings who stood before him who are arguing over his fate.
One was an old man with a beard one a brown anthro creature with a red shirt and blue jeans the other two had no face and or name they were just madness itself.
“So you think the world’s the circle?” said the cat. “That’s an interesting view I haven’t come across in a long time.”
“So you worship a circle.” Said the Cat pastor, his eyes almost glowing,
“You think a circle made everything and anything.”
“Heaven and earth came into being with me. Heaven and earth and I and everything in it are one.”
His words range hollow against the beings who were fighting, only silencing them for a moment.
The old man spoke, “This world is all there is when you die there is nothing give up fool.”
The old man spoke, “Don’t you see this world is all there is give up your comforting thoughts of your friends” he continued
“there’s nothing after this life you’ll just die and cease to exist.”
“Shut up what are you know,” the boy said the boys screamed and no one in particular.
“If I’m nothing what does that make you?”
“don’t fight the Lord,” said the cat.
“He will always win.”
One of them who stood before him took the form of a woman or two women almost one young and bright and one old and withered but both had the same intensity in their eyes and faces which glowed like the Sun with a heavenly light. She was like a saint or an angel and she spoke asking him,
“what are your premises”
“I don’t know anymore,” said the “Existence Exists,” she responded “and man is a heroic being struggling against the forces of nature and society,”
“but I can’t be those things,” but said the boy,
“and anyway how are you here talking to me if you really are here then at least one of your promises were false about existence.”
“And where was your resurrection?”
The other nameless madness responded. “where and not who is John Galt is the question.”
“It is not me who was with you it is my ideals.” said Rand,
“I don’t exist anymore perhaps that is why he said you look so heavenly rather than Earthly.”
“It’s not me who is unearthly.” she’s responded “it’s your beliefs”
“But without you I would not be talking to them.”
“Christ loves you son.” The cat was speaking to them about the fulfilment of the Old testament in Christ.
The brown anthro creature looked at him and said to him, “You are such a baby how could you let yourself get into this situation you’re so stupid.”
The boy laughed thinking about the years of abuse and witnesses at the hands of others and of his family of the things he had seen and soldiered through which would have put other people in therapy for years “any one of them,” he thought the secrets he kept and the lies he told for the sake of faithfulness.
“what do you,” he said to the creature
“what do you know about any of that?”
“You’re just a baby and a child,” said the creature
“you don’t even have it as bad as the Israelites did”
“and they didn’t complain?”
screemed the boy.
“you’re just a baby and a liar. You’re stupid” said the creature and the boy thought of a phrase he had heard on Keys for Kids years ago:
“and how about you?” he responded to the creature.
“How about you with a the thousands you claim to have helped. How many when they took a second look ended up amongst the ranks of that one,” and here he pointed here the boy did to the man with
“His views are Childish fantasy.” Said the man in the beard Zwigi Darwin.
“His Savior has never returned.”
“He fulfilled many of the prophecies in the first century.”
“Idiot.” Added the brown anthro creature.
“That’s fantasy on top of fantasy.” Scoffed Zwigi.
“U are a fool with no sense of scholarship.” The brown anthro creature responded.
“But where was your resurrection?” The madness responded It’s faceless form looking to the boy with tail wagging.
“you have no proof” says that the anthro creature and the boy.
“how could we?” said the boy
“you don’t let your work be archived you can change it anytime and make up anything you want and there is no consolidated resource for those whove been harmed by you.”
The cat looked at the boy a slow realization dawning on him who are you talking to son who were you talking to son THE LORD apparently said the boy and and his laughter echoed through the bitter night.