A child crawled into the bed of his father who was studying Bible. He took of his classes off and smiled at his son. “You couldn’t sleep?” The child said, “tell me a story so I can sleep dad.” The father placed his Bible on his bedside table and from the shelf took another story book. And read the story to his son.

Once upon a time, when the soul of Jesus was wandering over the clouds, he saw too much discord in his name. And Christians were being blamed for calling Jesus the son of God. So Jesus wrote on the clouds with his fingers, any good person in the world is son of God. You are all God’s children. But those who were busy arguing ignored the clouds. That was a village where magicians manipulated the truth of clouds all the time.

So Jesus asked called the heavens, “Oh father, Am I not your christian?” Then something extra ordinary happened. All the fathers in the world gathered their sons, drew a cross on their chests, and said to them in one voice, “you are my son, you are my son, and you are my son.”

The women and children were amazed at the strange behavior of father. Every village contacted the other villages to ask the testomony, they all reported of the incident. In every village, fathers were suddenly beginning to call their sons, “sons.” It took place right before the sun set and when fathers were asked, they said they don’t remember calling their sons, “sons.”

All villages except one gave the testimony. For there, it was a tradition to call their children by their names, a father never called his son, “son” but they called out by their names instead. In that village, calling a son not by their name was a crime fathers never committed. Truth was that day, even in that village they had called their sons not by their name, but had called them sons three times. Women and children were their testimony. However, the men and women their kept the happening a secret and never gave testimony.

Above the clouds, Jesus heard his father say, “Do I call you a son because of the rest of the villages or do I call you Jesus because of the one village?” Jesus replied, “If you’ll call me son, I’ll call you father, if you’ll call me by my name I’ll call you Hallelujah.”

“Then what happened dad?” The child interrupted his father in the middle of the story. Father knew the rest so he closed the book and cupped the child’s face in his hands. “Well then thunder spoke, judgement day came, but that was story of another earth. This is our home now, new planet, new hopes. Will it suffer the fate of old planet, only God knows. The world will decide its fate.”

“Did God destroyed the old world because the villagers said Jesus was not son of God?” The child asked. “No, God destroyed the old world because the villagers said Jesus was not cruficied. Blood of Jesus had fallen on earth, it spoke through countless sacrifices of the faith. By denying the sacrifice of Jesus they were trying to undo sacrifices of all the children of God, from many religions. Earth got angry and washed them away in a way that no evidence of the old earth was left behind. When earth makes boo boo, God has to cover her tracks. Earth is not as patient as God, for God gave her nature and all the natural things meet a natural end.”

“How many earths there have been there dad?” The child asked. “Only God knows son, only God knows.”