Place: Throne Room of the Elohim
Characters: God the Father,
the Lord Jesus, and the Archangel
And, the voice of one of the feeble
The Lord Jesus smiles.
"Who are you talking to,
"The Mean HEBREW G-D!"
The Lord Jesus chuckles, softly.
"She is speaking to You,
The Father shakes his head,
with loving patience,
"What is it,
"I have a QUESTION!"
The Father nods patiently.
He beckons to the
Archangel Michael, who has
just returned from the airspace
over Afghanistan. Michael never
smiles; his long wavy black hair gently
caresses the strangely-hued, sparkly
skin of his broad bare shoulders; his exquisitely
sculptured face is always intensely serious
and passionately filled with adoration; the
very air about him smells like a campfire
in the Colorado Rockies on a midsummer's
night. Michael is just as beautiful and
sensuous as Lucifer, but unlike the Fallen
Angel, Michael has no pride or vanity; he
has no awareness of his strange beauty,
deeply masculine and sensual voice, or huge muscles
bulging beneath his massive rainbow-colored
Michael is the Barefoot Warrior.
The only covering Michael has is a roughly
hewn, short length garment of silver
and gold-threaded gauze.
But his sword is huge, and fashioned
of pure gold: its handle is made of
the gems of the Twelve Tribes of Israel,
and would be too heavy for any human
on Earth to hold in his bare hands.
Michael is wearing a pure gold chain around
his broad neck; it holds a piece of splintered wood
from the Cross upon which his LORD
was Crucified. He was there the Day
of the Crucifixion, as were all the
angels, and had lain facedown upon the
rocky ground beneath the Cross beam:
quietly obediant. With one utterance
of his King, however, Michael could have
easily destroyed all the human, and
demonic strength......for Earth miles.
Instead he had sobbed quietly, as did
the other Angelic Host, and didn't move
Michael never speaks in the Throne
Room unless commanded. With one sweep
of his powerful wings he steps into the
Presence of the Elohim and immediately
lies facedown on the Golden Floor: his
magnificent wings spreading out like a
mighty shield of countless rainbows.
Outside the Throne Room Door are only
a few of Michael's Third-Layer, Fourth
Quadrant Demonic Fighter-Warriors. They
never speak at all, except for the shouts
and cries during Spiritual Warfare, and hence
the air outside the Throne Room is unearthly
quiet and still.
The Lord Jesus speaks, in a low Voice,
to His Archangel.
The Father is frowning patiently,
"What is it,
you wish to ask,
"Do angels have ......
And I didn't THINK
of the question!
One of the GALS
brought it up,
in my BIBLE study!"
You can tell.....ME!
I won't tell....ANYBODY!"
"I KNOW that
Michael's the only one...
who's got CHEST HAIR!"
you don't have to
shout. I can hear
"I thought I had to SHOUT,
LORD! Ya know: to get through
all the POLLUTION!
Do they or DON'T they?"
The Father turns
to His Right,
and speaks in low tones:
all the while
"Why is Michael
the only angel with
The Lord Jesus
she has a