And Trial of Love
I had a dream, a dream of Love, or the test and
trial of Love...
The sun is high and uncaring to its maker,
burning his flesh with merciless scorching heat. For weeks now
the sun has trodden down on this good mans head, causing his skin
to peel, and his lips to crack and bleed. The sun shows the same
portion of mercy to its maker as any other man.
His dark curls hang loosely in front of his
sweat drenched face and his light brown skin is a darker tone
now. His feet bleed and blister from the hot rocks he has walked
across, his throat is painfully dry, and his eyes are also dry.
He falls to his knees and moves his hair out from his face as he
Holding the sides of his head he prays to his
Father for Wisdom. From the shadow cast by a large bolder a
figure stands several feet behind the tired and broken man who is
praying desperately in Hebrew. The figure frowns curiously at
him, and his blue eyes gleam. He steps out from the shadow and
reveals himself to be stunning with long wavy red hair, and a
body like Michelangelo's David. He is wearing nothing but a
golden necklace with rubies, and a bronze bracelet on each arm.
He takes a step towards the praying man and then pauses, taking
notice that his present form is not appropriate for the occasion.
The man continues praying although he knows who is standing
Cautiously a woman's hand slowly rests on his
shoulder, and the man says nothing. A gentle whisper is near his
ear, and the tone is soothing to him, catching him by surprise.
"Use the words of your Father, and resist your adversary, for you
are not alone my Love," The gentle whisper of Wisdom speaks as
her hand begins to rub his shoulder for encouragement. When he
turns to see who is soothing him, she cannot be seen. There is
only the tall figure of the fallen angel Semjaza who stands
behind his adversary watching and waiting. He is clothed in a
white tuxedo now with a blood red bow tie, and matching red dress
shoes. His face appears as a charming middle aged man with bright
blue eyes, expressive eyebrows and a half smile that makes him
seem both relaxed and intrigued. The tired man finds the strength
to stand and face his adversary.
With a scowl of determination the embodiment of
Love, dressed in torn and filthy garments looks into the well
dressed and arrogant ones eyes waiting to be tempted. Semjaza
takes a large bite out of a chicken sandwich and leans against
the large bolder, he moans with delight as he takes another bite.
The son of man does not flinch.
"Mmm, this is good," Semjaza says with his
mouth full. He then proceeds to take a bottle of water out of his
pants pocket and drink selfishly from it, with water running down
his chin and shirt. "Aaahhh that's so refreshing!" He dumps the
rest of the water over his head and smoothes his red hair back,
then he wipes his mouth with a handkerchief that he pulls out of
his right chest pocket.
There is a moment of silence and they just look
at each other. Semjaza studies the starved and tired form of the
one who many would some day call Lord, and he wonders why this
man chooses to suffer so.
'What exactly is he trying to accomplish? Is
it a more personal relationship with his children by experiencing
the pain of the flesh? Most of them won't care if he could relate
with them or not. He can't save them from death, can he? They
already made their choice to be free in this world and do what
they want until death comes for them. He can't save them from
death, surely not. He is holy and despises selfishness,
and all that he classifies as sin, so why is he here and
apparently vulnerable to me?'
"If you are the Son of God, command this stone
to become bread," Semjaza says in a serious tone as he kneels
down and picks up a white rock about the size of his
"It is written, man shall not live by bread
alone, but by every word of God," The man says in a tired and
Semjaza smiles and shakes his head, he then
stands and looks down at the faithful man, turning his head
slightly to the right as he analyzes him.
"Alright then, let me show you something that
you might find a bit more interesting," Semjaza says as he places
his arm around the tired and gaunt form of this faithful one.
They begin to float off of the ground and then above the clouds,
with Semjaza holding the fragile form of this man; someone who
appeared so unthreatening, and weak. To the highest mountain peak
in the world he brought him, and the icy air was a sudden change
from the warmth of the desert.
Semjaza still held the man close to him, so as
to keep his frail body warm. The man said nothing, but just
stared out at the distant lands through his tired eyes. He
coughed and sighed as Semjaza pressed his forehead against his.
The man closed his eyes and within a moment images of the great
kingdoms of the world entered into his minds eye. He saw the
greatness of Rome, the pyramids of Egypt, and the kingdom of the
Aztecs to name a few, then Semjaza pulled his head away and
looked into the mans eyes, he still said nothing.
"I will give you all this authority, and their
glory, for it has been delivered to me; and I give it to whomever
I want," Semjaza says in a calm tone, perhaps a pleading tone.
Knowing that his point was clear, and that is that the world had
already been conquered, and all of humanity was destined to die,
while the kingdoms of the world were all ran by the Fallen. What
was once given to Mankind had been delivered to Semjaza, because
humanity listened to him instead of their Creator long ago in the
legendary garden-the place called paradise.
The man smiled, but this alone didn't disturb
Semjaza, it was the look in his eyes; a look that he had seen
once before in the eyes of his maker. There was something that he
had missed, and he was reminded of that feeling that he kept in
the back of his mind, that feeling that was always scratching at
him, a reminder that whatever dwells in the darkness is made
known when the Light shines, and apparently the Light knows
'No!' Semjaza thinks to himself,
'with humanities free will I have gained the world and it
cannot be taken from me!'
"If you therefore will worship before me, it
will all be yours." Semjaza says in a controlled
The man pushes himself away from Semjaza with
surprising strength, standing in the cold in his garments that
are far too thin for the present environment. He doesn't even
shake now, although he should be freezing, he just looks at
"Get behind me Satan! For it is written, you
shall worship the Lord 'your' God, and him only shall you
Semjaza says nothing for a moment and examines
the man, as the cold breeze increases causing his long hair to
blow in the wind.
"We are going by what is written," Semjaza asks
agitatedly. "Fine then, come with me."
Once again Semjaza approaches the man and
places his arm around him, and he doesn't resist. They are again
floating through the skies, away from the cold and back to the
more familiar heat of the dessert. Then soon their feet feel the
ground again below them, and they are on a large pinnacle on the
temple in Jerusalem.
The man looks down at the people below, who
appear like insects in size, entering into the house of
"If you are the Son of God, cast yourself down
from here, for it is written, 'He will give his Angels charge
concerning you, to guard you; and 'On their hands they will bear
you up, lest perhaps you dash your foot against a
Semjaza continues to analyze the man and
watches as the tears begin flowing from his eyes which are
watching those whom he loves. With such love that Semjaza could
never understand being directed toward unworthy creatures who
also can't understand this love; Why does he
With his sad eyes the man looks at Semjaza and
says, "It has been said, 'You shall not tempt the Lord your
After these words were spoken Semjaza looked at
the man with pity in his eyes, although he tried not to show it,
he had to look away, and he shook his head.
"Now I pity you, for you know what it feels
like to be a servant." Once Semjaza said this, he glanced back at
the man and for a moment what he saw in his eyes brought him
fear, for he was reminded that this was no mere mortal with
Semjaza stepped back and before he leaped from
the pinnacle he said, "I'll come again at a more opportune
The man stood there on the pinnacle of this
great temple alone, and as he kneeled there, their were four
figures of grand splendor who hovered down towards him, their
garments shined like polished silver, and their skin appeared
like ivory. These grandiose beings comforted the man by feeding
him food and water that was far more refreshing than any he had
ever had before, and after being up on an ice cold mountain the
sun even seemed rather comforting to him.
As the dream fades away and I the dreamer feel
as if I am floating away past the clouds above and back to
reality, I hear the voice of a woman speaking in a soothing
always be tested and tried before the affirmation that the Love
is true. Love is not forceful, Love does not give up and Love is
offered by Grace. Love is not earned, though Love can be
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