Father: I love them all, that’s true. but when one of them comes to justice for me, how can I reject them. It does not cost me to administer them all into heaven as long as they are good with each other.
Son: Then why did you created seven deadly sins?
Father: I’ve always tried to create the perfect universe. I did not create them. The devil did. Sin, it’s master, is an error, an anomaly. I have banished the devil from the sky and here in humans is where it hides. Uses them as shields and weapons. A king cannot change the rule the king created. Until the judgement of living and the dead, on everything in my power, there’s a seal. Once everything will be revealed, then humans will know, then it will all be clear.
Son: And those who believe in you father? What are you going to do with them?
Father: Is your father thirsty for worship? Do they praise and pray that I am, that exists this universe? No son, they remember me for their own good and benefit. Scales of good and evil is cradled into every human heart. They can’t make an excuse, they think a lot they will, but it is fruitless. Those who believe, unto them is God’s promise. God’s never there for them? God’s promise is always with them but they do not see. Every loyal Christan will be rewarded son, and accordingly. Doubt is only relevant where time is. Your father has enjoined upon time and time is their master, they are all slaves of time, and so, slaves of doubt. Good times, happy tidings takes away their doubts and they believe more. When time persecutes them, they fall low on faith.
Son: Good or bad father, but all the Christans believe you. Where will they run to when they need you? I beg you father, the believers, deliver them, your promise.
Father: So much is invented in my name. So many humans, so many faiths. Do I get to pick favorites? But my eyes are not blind son. Truly faithful are those who deliver their gifts unto other, bring for their fruit. Christans made so many inventions, sadly, not in my name, in the name of science. But it was not without blessings. Those who measure well, treasure well. I love Christans with my whole heart. The benefits of afterlife that other faiths preach for their people, I will give them all to your people. Just do not tell anyone that God has favored them. For they favored my son.
Son: Father, can anyone win your favors with worships?
Father: I know their hearts, I know their intentions, and through their intentions everything that they know, they are, and they’ve become. Let your God be their judge, for among them are honest worshipers who do not know any other way. So I make right, their wrongs, accept their worships in manners they know. But not all of them. Only those truly dedicated by heart, those who do not remember me for worldly benefits, but for reward of afterlife. Love, is true reward for afterlife, for heaven is a beauty, and everything in it, beautiful.
Son: Father, some of them, some of their teachings, they are very rough on innocent. They are merciless when it comes to kindness of soul. They think of you something else, have made egos their Gods and worship their egos. I feel kindness is lost, can’t open my heart. They are unfair.
Father: What they seed, they shall reap, their victims shall be freed, the seeds that their victims pass on, from its deed, will be guided the freed, and the freed shall lead, God knows best, what they need. Son, all of them, all of those who are imprisoned in made up theories, get a chance in their life times, then above is their choice. For God, never intends against their free will. Then how shall they be judged on the judgement day? Your father knows what they hide, knows what they think, is all their secret. Your father shall prevail, darkness recedes, where light prevails.
Son: I feel the holy spirit is gone, it never guides me.
Father: Holy spirit is the bridge between you and me. It is the spirit of purity. Nothing in the universe is more truthful than the holy spirit. Those who cast doubt in hearts of innocent, fell into its trap, become its victim. Let them live this duration, for next duration, only faithful may traverse its length.
Son: The world’s so blinding father. You never know. You can never tell. My faith bleeds inside me. I ask myself if I save it, then how can it save me, something that needs itself needs saving.
Father: Do not save your faith. Save your kindness. And your kindness will save all that’s needed to be saved. The devil has grown so powerful in the world, that humans have become judge of kindness, press those who wish to do good under their crooked scales. That is not the way humanity works. Then let them come to your God one day, I shall decide for them.
Son: Father, they use those close to one’s nerves to attack one’s beliefs. They’ve become ruthless. They do not think beyond their labels. Humanity is suffering, but their dirty tricks never seem to end.
Father: Water finds its way son. Those who have illness in their hearts, knowledge and goodness never flows to them. They use pawns to beneath bishops, but they do not know God is the knight of those who he guides and protects. They’ll invent countless lies to cover their previous lies, and lies upon lies, they shall drown in the swamp of their misdeeds. One day they shall stand before me, and I’ll ask them to show their might. In my court, the faithful shall walk on their feet, the liars, on their knees. So you stay humble before your God son, do not hurt your self-esteem. In this world, shame is just a feeling, in the after, it is a wound. So you drink away your shame, feel blameless like once your father told Abram to feel blameless. Nothing is hidden from God. It has happened before, those those in the line of faith, to feel less is done, and more needs to be. God is your judge, he knows your circumstances, those binding and those created. Not knowing heaven son, is the greatest punishment of the devil, and those good in heart, God have given them their heaven through his love, where ever they are, through their thankfulness.
Son: I worry more for Christans, for their judgement. Be kind to them father, broaden their universe. Bless them with your blessings, and their friends. Remove the illness that a Christan has for a Christan, a brother for a brother. Awaken them to the richnesses of their soul. Let it dawn upon them.
Father: I have blessed them, I do bless them, and I will bless them. How can I show you what eyes can’t see? Then do you not trust the time? Your master? Where I am not, time is. They still have time. To make amends. In the eyes of God, they are not classes, but his beautiful collection spread out as masses. God knows best son, how to do justice between them. So you be sincere with your God, for the faithful, there is good abode.
Son: I reach out for your father. I do. And I wish for the rest of my peers, those who are now, those who were before, and those of after, to be able to reach out to you. If I won’t reach out to you, your kind hand, they’ll reach out to them, make them slaves of stories they invent. Humanity is occupied God, free them from these chains. Made Gods, brutal and unkind, are ruling over minds of innocent. Innocent are used to do the errands of the devil. I do not understand father. I do not understand.
Father: Son, the difference between those I endear and those who endear the devil, is that you always follow the straight path, they don’t. Never can they ever say that they can’t. For God put the capacity in them, but they betray their God-given niche, and follow the league of evil. If you father wished, he could extract the good from the evil, but doing it now, means everything will collapse. At no point in time evil’s ever stronger than God. The devil empowers his pawns through tricks, God, using his secret. No one knows God’s secret but God, and his son. The secret is guarded in every human heart, so when God will, hopes can peak out from the chosen hearts, and those, who try. How often have I wanted to give them a glimpse of heaven, but I know humans, “which God did it?” You father knows son, humans, more than they know themselves. I designed their genes cells, the wires in their brains, the thresholds of their feelings, and limits of their thoughts. Son, trust your God.
Son: Seven at seas, seven at lands, seven at skies, who are they father?
Father: Pillars of trust, that keep the seas circulating, keep the lands nailed, keep the skies mounted.
Son. At seven. Now I know father. Do I praise you, do I love you, do I believe you or do I remember you?
Father: Trust me son, just trust me. Trusting your father, that’s faith, for every Christan. The faith through which God revealed his fatherly face upon humanity. Trust your God, trust your father.
Son: And those who deny, that upon earth, walk your children in flesh and bones?
Father: Son, the truth of faith is such. If you know, then you do, from your eyes and theirs. What makes you Christan is not knowing how Christ is the son, but also knowing how Christ is not. If they are truthful in their faith, they should too, have the command over their theories and senses. They do not.
Son: Father, Christans all over the world have been your loyal servants. Bless them father. Bless them. Bless them in minorities and majorities. And those living in minorities, unable to fully practice their faith, chained in rules of the land, where occupants of small pieces think they are landlords, owners of lands, even knowing their life is not eternal. But they force their ways upon others. They do not offer the freedom and love as Christans do. They do not preach as Christans do. Equality is million miles away from them. And their own children suffer due to their unkind rules.
Father: Son, I’ll make sure through your majorities, and salt through your minorities. Those who follow the Christ, those steadfast, shall be rewarded, in fair capacity in this world, and full in the next.
Son: Father, bless the priests, for they are ardent in their duties. Bless those who respect them. Give them the audacity, so the message of Christ can go to every corner of the world. These pieces of lands, these empty brickhouses do not mean anything to me father, this grandness is impermanent, I care, about the Christans who hold your name high, who remember you, and who are doing their services to humanity in your name. In my crowd, there are many who wish to do a lot, but lack the wealth and means. Bless them father, with your heavenly wealth. There are poor Christan countries in Africa that have been ignore for so long and at the same time humanity’s good vision. Give your followers, the strength, so we are able to carry out your will. Help the needy, uplift the passionate. For both, look good, doing their own roles at their ends. Help your humanity get through this father.
Father: I bless them son. I bless them, with my whole heart.
Son: How you’ve blinded the deniers of Jesus father, even wanting to do something good, they end up doing something, that drowns them and drowns their conspiracies. They wear the disguises, but how you catch them with your hook, and punish them by letting their ego grow, God, put some faith and kindness in the heart of deniers. Save the world from deed of the evil, the past can’t be undone, but future can be fixed. Save us from the falseness of faith, ignite your light in our faith, wash away corruption from Christan houses and churches. Bless those who try, and bless those who love. May all the loving fathers bear faithful sons, may all the affectionate father bear loving sons. Amen. Amen. Amen.