When the first humans walked Earth, they quickly became involved in this war. On the wrong side.
As a result, Earth is now on the front lines, and only one or two human beings have been born who were not scarred by it.
As I grew, I became aware of the war. First, noticing its effects, then slowly developing a dim understanding of why death and deception, malice and greed, were so much a part of life here.
Unlike most wars, this one has a distinct "right" and "wrong" side: assuming that one regards the agonizing death of humanity as "wrong."
Quite recently there was a major turning point in the war. About twenty centuries ago, the leader of the side which does not seek humanity's destruction intervened, personally.
Through a process we may never understand, a portion of the leader became fully human and walked among us. The crux of his mission here was an act which broke the enemy's power over humanity.
He also set up a sort of command center. It maintains his presence, and protects and guides humanity in what appear to be the final phases of this conflict.
I had known about this command center for decades before understanding what it was. When I found out, I joined its ranks.
I am a Catholic.
4 comments:
Awesome!! ♥
I sort of burst out crying at the end there. ♥
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God bless.
Belatedly: thank you, Diana.
Powerful! Proud to be joining you in the command center (and happy to find your blog via Worth Revisit Wednesday).
Thank you for your good words, Rita Buettner. :)
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