Celestial Secret: A Novel

By Kay Mortimer

When the unimaginable happens, an angel's perfect world crumbles, thrusting him into unknown lands with unfamiliar faces on a quest to discover an unthinkable reality. Can he survive the mission when nothing makes any sense any more?

Launch out with Mesha on this unforgettable journey of a lifetime to discover hidden truth that's been right in front of him the whole time. Unearth answers never before revealed to Mesha and his colleagues - in the most unlikely of places. See the Bible come to life before your eyes in ways you never imagined.

Have you ever wondered what the angels thought when Jesus left heaven and came as a baby to the earth He created? Have you ever envisioned how they felt when mankind rejected Him and ultimately crucified Him? Have you ever imagined seeing the Ascension of Jesus from their perspective?

If you have, or you would like to explore such a creative journey, then this book is for you! Come along and enjoy the ride as Author Kay Mortimer delves into this very concept in creative ways, while remaining true to the biblical record as much as possible throughout the crafting of this imaginative story. The Bible does indicate that the plan of redemption was a mystery to the angelic realm. This novel offers a possible glimpse into what they may have thought or how they may have felt as the path forward became completely different than they probably ever expected.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Abundant Vine Christian Publishing
• Release date: May 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781545307533

Kay Mortimer

Rev. Kay Mortimer is an Ordained Minister whose greatest passion is in the study and teaching of God’s Word. She serves her local church as a Bible study teacher, intercessor and altar minister. She also assists in various church programs and outreaches. Kay also writes church drama scripts, many of which she has been blessed to direct and bring to production for the glory of God. These are currently under development and will be made available for churches to perform. Kay writes articles and other books, as well as Bible study materials and devotions. She also has a current radio ministry, audio podcasts, and Youtube videos. Visit www.kaymortimer.com for more details and links to her other ministry offerings. Kay is an active Enrolled Agent with a Bachelor’s Degree in Accounting and had her own tax practice for twenty-four years of her thirty-year career in accounting and tax. She specialized in church and nonprofit accounting and taxes, as well as payroll, bookkeeping, and income tax preparation for small businesses and individuals. She also writes and teaches on a variety of tax and accounting matters. Whether in her professional work or in her Christian ministry work, Kay hopes to be used of the Lord to reach people for His glory and for their edification and growth as disciples of Jesus Christ.

Book preview

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Alone , astride His regal white Lipizzaner, the royal rider journeyed over the verdant countryside, longing for His dream. Splendor ’s jolts jiggled the silver and golden keys He wore around His neck. The horse galloped across the landscape of flowers and green foliage, while all forms of wildlife romped nearby. The rider’s eyes pierced the beauty before Him, His yearning nowhere in sight.

Nearby, a newly-created angel fluttered clumsily. His bumbling way amused the Rider and evoked a chuckle from him. Mesha is so perfect for his job.

Off in the distance, the Rider eyed a gloriously arrayed angel parading through the meadow, straddling his steed, Shroud. As he watched the angel, He listened to the harmonious melody that filled the atmosphere of this paradise. Ah, his music has been full of worship. How I wish it would always be so.

Glancing at the rider, the high-ranking being wrinkled his face, muttering under his breath, Him again. Will I ever be free of Him? Noticing the Rider’s return gaze, he feigned a smile as he greeted Him. Jesus.

Lucifer.

As Lucifer nudged his grey Arabian and trotted out of view, Jesus shook his head, seeing Lucifer’s future play out before Him, one of Lucifer’s own choosing. Jesus sighed. He could have enjoyed such a wonderful future here. If only…

The cooing doves and the breeze whistling through the leaves recaptured Jesus’ attention, as he scanned the lush landscape. How beautiful My world: so full…and yet so empty. Void of the one thing I dream of. He paused, patting the horse’s neck. But not for long, Splendor. I’ll see to that. My world will be complete. He spurred the princely stallion to a gallop with a gentle nudge of His heels.

Spotting Lucifer again, Jesus’ thoughts drifted to this angel’s creation. I remember our joy when fashioning him with the beautiful stones for his covering. What great opportunity for worship he has, equipped with tambourines and pipes.

The momentary sentiment passed quickly. He looked away in disappointment, aware that Lucifer’s choice would create a different path soon. Setting His gaze forward, He now cantered ahead.

Fluttering above Him, some angels flew with wings extended, appearing as large snowflakes with whirling wheels for feet. The shining spokes of their wheels twirled like pinwheels blown by the wind. The white of the creatures’ garments reflected the unending light flowing from the Staircase of the city above them.

Jesus watched as His newest creature flew at a low altitude, glancing over the awe-inspiring expanse of exquisite landscape beneath him from horizon to horizon. Jesus heard his muffled whisper, Wow. I am amazed with all the variety of colors. How many different designs of these things called ‘flowers’ and ‘trees.’ So much to explore. This heavenly world is breathtaking. What an environment to live in. A perfect place. Indescribable colors, fragrant aromas, and harmonious sounds abounded everywhere.

Jesus watched his curious creature scan the landscape again as he drew near to Him. In a close call, Mesha nearly collided with Jesus and Splendor.

Careful there, Mesha. Jesus chuckled at the angel’s inquisitive nature.

Deeply sorry, Your Majesty, Sir. Mesha looked back and smiled, coming to a stop. Nearing Jesus, Mesha bowed. Please forgive me, my Lord.

Certainly. Arise, My servant. All is well. Jesus muses, We knew at his creation this special task would be well-suited to him. By the way, check out the grain fields in the fruitful meadow ahead. I think you’ll like what you find there. Jesus smiled as He loped forward, still chuckling at this newest angel.

Mesha nodded his head as he mounted his flying steed, continuing forward.

Splendor’s jolts again jiggled the four keys that dangled from Jesus’ neck. The sheathed sword, strapped to His waist, jostled back and forth. The glistening bells on Splendor’s halter chimed a harmonic tone as they rode along. The royal blue blanket, draped under the saddle, read HOLINESS TO THE LORD.

Cows grazed in lush pastures before Him as deer pranced through grasslands, and lions played with ewes in the field. Chirps, bleats, and neighs echoed in His ears from every direction as He cantered across the vast landscape. Flowering rose bushes and budding azaleas painted the lea while purple, yellow, and azure wildflowers stretched to the horizon. Sweet scents wafted through the air of this heavenly world. The gentle breeze touched Jesus’ cheeks and tousled His hair.

He spotted another winged creature carrying a shiny purple satin robe and gold-lamé sash beneath her. The sash waved in the light wind like a flag flown high. He smiled and waved at His sensitive servant, remembering her gentle nature. Hello, Jolene.

She smiled and fluttered by, returning the wave with a salute. Hail, my Lord.

Husky Julius soared in the opposite direction, an apple-picker tucked in his belt.

Jesus nodded to him, thinking of his faithful service. Julius, He called.

Julius returned the greeting with a salute. My Lord.

Robins and whippoorwill sang, their melodious music ringing in Jesus’ ears and bringing delight to His heart. He slowed to a trot beside the crystal-clear river. He saw Reanna, hard at work tending bountiful fruit trees on both sides of the river. He waved, cherishing her attention to detail and her tender spirit. Hello, Reanna.

Hail, my Lord. Reanna lifted her soil-stained hands in return salute.

Jesus basked in the beauty of a cascading waterfall tumbling down the high mountain, its roar flooding his ears. Droplets of cool water brushed across His cheeks. Stopping beside the pool at the bottom, He allowed Splendor to enjoy the taste of the clear, refreshing water.

As Jesus waited patiently for His horse to drink, scratchy talons gripped His shoulder. He reached up to stroke the dove’s soft, white feathers as He transferred the talons to His finger, then gently sent the dove flittering away. The dove returned thanks with a song, as Jesus nudged Splendor to climb the mountainside.

As He crested the brow of the mountain, the fruitful orchard burst into view. As far as His eye could see, acres of trees abounded with red, green, and golden apples, hanging from every branch. Jesus approached His servant who harvested them and waved. Julius, hard at work again I see.

Julius nodded, smiling. At Your service, my Lord.

Jesus plucked one red apple and polished it with His sleeve. We’ll all enjoy having the others here.

Others? Julius gazed at Him, tilting his head in question.

Jesus winked, holding the apple up but saying nothing more. He dropped the shiny fruit in a pocket of His white garment.

Julius waved, looking puzzled by Jesus’ words and actions.

Jesus trotted off through the bountiful orchard, merrily dodging apple-filled limbs. The glistening city peeked through the trees like sun rays. Leaving the orchard, His senses were captivated by lush green pastures. High overhead, an eagle soared, screeching a song of joy.

In the distance, stables and paddocks stood near the Eastern Gate. Sorrel and white paints, chestnut Russian Dons, bay Belgians, and roan Arabians grazed in green pastures. Near an open stall in the barn, the royal carriage, overlaid with gold and purple velvet, stood polished and waiting for an outing. Its team of solid-black Percherons fed on green grass in the corral. White surreys with burgundy velour seats lined the exterior walls of the white barns.

Jolene and another servant awaited Jesus near the stables, as Mesha popped in to join them, an empty basket under his arm.

Patting Splendor’s mane, Jesus dismounted.

Nice ride, my Lord? the other servant asked, her radiant smile and sparkling eyes shining.

Yes, Angelica, but I’ll be so glad when the others join Me.

Mesha, Angelica, and Jolene looked questioningly at one another, but none asked the question they all wanted to ask.

Jolene brought the banner of shimmering gold-lamé and His purple satin robe. Your robe, my Lord. After placing the garment on Him, she draped the banner across His chest and straightened the keys to hang over the banner. There, she secured His sword. our majestic King. She bowed her head, as did the others.

Jesus smiled at her act of service and bid the trio farewell. The soft grass tickled His feet as He headed for the gate on the east side of the golden city, singing a jubilant hymn of praise.

What melodious song the Master raises to the Majesty on High. Never have I heard such a wonderful refrain. Even Lucifer’s worship cannot compare to His song of joy, Mesha testified to his companions, captivated by His Master’s melody.

I remember the first time I heard Him sing also, Mesha. Brought great delight to my heart too, Angelica replied. A regular joyous routine now, as He blesses the Majesty continually.

Do you ever tire of it? Mesha asked.

No, and you never will either, my friend. Trust me.

His chorus complete, Jesus glanced back to see Angelica brushing down the pure-white Lipizzaner, while Mesha watched. As Jolene joined them, she whispered something to them. The words, though whispered, echoed loudly in Jesus’ ears, as if shouted. Others? Join Him?

That’s what He said, Mesha blurted out as they walked. But what did He mean?

His two companions, each with eyebrows raised, led the horse to the stable. None had an answer to offer.

Jesus chuckled, knowing they would understand … in time.

Aah, I never tire of this gorgeous sight: Mount Zion, Heavenly Jerusalem. The city’s jasper walls sparkled in the rays of unending light beaming from the Palace’s Staircase. In each of the four directions stood gates hewn from solid ivory and topped with sculpted angels, also hewn from solid ivory. The sculptures, with banners draped across their chests, bore inscribed names.

Judah. Zebulun. Issachar. Jesus read the names written high above the Eastern Gate, smiling as He entered.

The aroma of fragrant blossoms caught His attention. Roses, magnolia, azaleas, flowering shrubs. Crepe myrtles, dogwoods, palm trees. Such a wonderful place. Only one thing is missing. Then, it will be perfect.

As Jesus walked by, white-robed gardeners looked up and smiled, wiping their hands on their aprons before saluting Him.

Mesha flew past, heading in the direction of the beaming light.

Jesus noticed the basket he carried overflowed with white bread. Been out in the manna fields, Mesha?

Yes, sir. Rows and rows of abundant crop in that field. I’ve brought back lots to share. This angel’s food is wonderful, Lord.

There’s plenty more where that came from.

I know. Odd thing, Sir. I pick it and immediately the grain grows back. It’s as if I never plucked any at all.

An unlimited supply, My friend. I knew you’d like that bread. Enjoy it, my friend. That’s why we created it. We call it heaven’s corn. Eat your fill. Jesus couldn’t help but chuckle again at his newest creation, as He watched him rise to join other angels on the heavenly Staircase, all of them disappearing into the palace.

Two more stewards entered the golden street from a sidewalk adjoining the Crystal Lake. Jesus smiled and waved to other attendants across the lake outside the glittering buildings labeled Maintenance and Banquet Hall.

An enormous tree, branches laden with a variety of fruits, stood beside the lake in the center of the town square. Although the air was warm, the iridescent lake looked as if frozen. Its sparkling surface beckoned skaters and dancers, who twirled and weaved above the wavelets. Its flowing fountain sprayed sparkling mists several feet into the air.

The arriving stewards, Gabriel and Michael, laughed together as they joined Jesus. A scroll and shofar hung from Gabriel’s belt as he walked. Golden bands and stars decorated his robe below his golden collar.

Michael straightened his sword and shield as he strode along. Golden stripes on the sleeves of his robe and military insignia under his left collar designated him Heaven’s warrior.

Enjoy your ride, my Lord? Gabriel asked.

The ride will be much better with the others.

Gabriel eyed Michael, but neither questioned Jesus. Instead, they accompanied Him as He headed toward the magnificent building before them.

The solid-gold palace glistened in the dazzling light from the Staircase rising high above. The transparent entry doors displayed intricate etchings of cherubim and palm trees. Two massive columns of pure ivory added a touch of elegance to the glorious décor of this most hallowed and impressive of buildings.

The three saw many white-robed attendants flying in and out of the Staircase, joy beaming from their faces. The creatures contrasted with the colorful rainbow radiating from the Staircase like beacon rays from a lighthouse. Each took his place on this seemingly endless, ornate escalator, disappearing from view beyond the horizon in one direction and disappearing into the palace tower from the other.

Jesus waved to each, as they rushed out. Good day.

They each returned His greeting with a salute and a smile.

Jesus, Gabriel, and Michael passed through the enormous entry doors. Sentries standing in perfect formation flanked the hallway, presenting a regal arch of swords. Herald trumpeters sounded a kingly anthem of welcome.

Individual trumpet blasts blended in one royal salute as Jesus passed under the arch, enjoying the blaring trumpets with their gold satin banners glistening in the light. A regal welcome.

Gabriel and Michael followed.

Passing through the hallway, they entered the grand rotunda. Every servant in attendance bowed in reverence to their King. Signs lined the walls: Search and Rescue, High Court, Miracles, Choir, Library, Nursery, Planetarium, Chemistry Lab, Accounting and Inventory. As they passed Treasury, thunders rolled, winds howled, and hail whooshed inside the inner chamber. The three saw the offices closest to Heaven Central, housing Military Maneuvers, Announcements, and the Armory.

Empty white walls radiated from beams of light reflecting off the marbled floors. Only the engravings of the palm trees, cherubim, and open flowers adorned the glowing walls, replete with empty space, as if awaiting some decoration yet to come.

Servants bustled in and out of each office, skating across the floor as they performed their tasks and received assignments from Heaven Central. The whole palace buzzed as the workers went about their daily chores with joy. All seemed perfect. Nothing amiss.

Michael and Gabriel bowed and saluted Jesus, as they parted from Him.

Before entering Announcements, Gabriel waved to Michael and said, Until I see you again, my friend. Michael returned the greeting and turned to enter Military Maneuvers.

Lucifer strutted from the Library. His jewels sparkled, reflecting the radiant light. His stride accentuated his elevated position, every step calculated and intense. He lifted his head high, as he strummed his lyre. The soothing melody sounded relaxing, yet it held a hint of something spellbinding.

As Lucifer swaggered past, Michael sensed a change in the air about him. He shivered uneasily from the sudden gust. Although puzzled, he shrugged and dismissed the sensation before entering his office.

Acutely aware of this occurrence, Jesus maintained His silence, choosing to wait for an opportune time. As Lucifer marched by, Jesus greeted him.

Jesus. Lucifer returned the greeting, lowering his head to conceal his wry smile. May I play before the throne now?

In time perhaps. Your music is beautiful.

"Thank you. The Throne Room feels like home to me. I play my best music there."

Ignoring his comment, Jesus gazed deeply into Lucifer’s eyes.

Lucifer looked away sharply, quivering. Sensing Jesus had unearthed a dark and hidden flaw, he made a speedy exit, heading to Choir.

Mesha, who watched the encounters, stood with his head cocked and brow furrowed. Hmmm.

Meanwhile, Jesus shook His head. Such presumption. Lucifer has everything he should ever want.

Proceeding forward, Jesus passed Heaven Central, where a managing angel dispatched and supervised assignments. The manager’s uniform bore the stripes of the stately steward’s high rank. Hello, Alexander.

My Lord. Alexander bowed.

Nearby at the technology station, Mesha sat at his post. Several small monitors and one large blank screen sat before him on his desk. The flashing monitors displayed every scene and image of all the activities throughout the entire kingdom and city. Behind Mesha, the empty window leading to the Staircase dazzled, its colorful rainbow glittering.

While Jesus watched, one white-robed servant flew in through the window, reported to Alexander and glided across the marble floor to the Library. Alexander sent another on a new assignment. The joyous creature skated to the window and soared up the Staircase and into the horizon.

Jesus nodded, grinning at Alexander’s faithful service.

The two managers smiled and saluted Him in return.

Mesha, catch! Jesus tossed the apple from His pocket.

Mesha positioned his hands in the direction of the sailing apple, but his attempt failed. The apple plopped on the floor beside him.

Don’t worry, Mesha. You’ll get it … in time. Jesus winked at him, His teeth gleaming through His wide smile.

Mesha picked up the apple, nodded in thanks, and bit into it. Whispering, he pondered, What an odd choice of word—time. Never heard that word before. Wonder what He meant by that? And why can’t I get anything right? I couldn’t even catch an apple. I so want to do a good job and make Jesus proud. Will I really get it, after all?

Soon, Jesus said, continuing on and passing two empty pedestals by the entrance to the most hallowed room in the Palace. The shelves behind the pedestals held clear bowls, crystal vials, many large books, journals, and a large golden bowl on its uppermost shelf.

To the left, just beside the entrance to the Throne Room, flames from a menorah emitted a vibrant glow. Burning embers on the golden altar before the veil of the Throne Room released sweet-smelling incense. The fragrance seeped into every room in the Palace, delighting the senses of all. Fire and smoke ascended in a swirling funnel, brightening the veil and highlighting the cherubim silhouettes embroidered in its fibers.

The table on the right side contained twelve steaming loaves of bread, carefully arranged, six to each row.

Jesus opened the curtain. Shimmering threads of blue, purple, and scarlet, with fine linen adorned the veil of the doorway. Smoke and blinding light gushed from behind the curtain.

Inside the elegant veil of the Throne Room sat a solid-gold ark. Two sparkling winged cherubim statues stood atop the box. Wings together, their faces peered down to the shiny box beneath them. Emerald rays of light beamed from the rainbow encircling the Throne.

The curtain rustled as the wind of the Holy Spirit brushed by. Flying cherubim repeated their welcomed chants of Holy, Holy, Holy as they encircled the Majesty. Behind and around the Throne, twenty-four smaller thrones sat empty.

Although familiar with the scene, Jesus never grew weary of its splendor.

Another nice ride, my Son? asked the deep voice of the Father on the throne.

Yes, but it will be better when the others arrive.

Truly.

I want them, Father. I want them all. Each and every one.

The breath of the Holy Spirit whistled in agreement.

So do I. We are agreed. We want them. The Father paused momentarily as if prefacing a serious notion. In that moment, a gentle breath from the Holy Spirit wafted through the Throne Room, as the Father continued, And You know the road You must take?

Jesus glanced at the empty walls along the rotunda. Momentarily colorful frames with faces appeared, then disappeared, before Him. He looked into the Staircase and clutched the silver key around His neck. I love them. Every one. I will prove it. Jesus held up the silver key. I will walk the road, Father. Gazing at the key, He continued, entering the Room and closing the veil. Because they’re worth it.

The deep voice of the Father resounded. Agreed.

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The two angels stood amazed . Mesha finally broke the silence. ‘Others, sir? What does that mean?

Before Alexander could respond, Jesus returned from the Throne Room.

Looking over the enormous shelves, Jesus searched until He spotted the huge volume covered in red satin. Soon, He said, as He took the closed book and placed it on one of the empty pedestals. Returning to the shelves, He next found the ornate volume covered with royal blue satin and laid it on the other pedestal. He sat on the stool behind the pedestal and looked at the blue book before Him. Ah, yes. It’s time.

Lucifer spoke with another angel near the entrance to the Choir office as he scanned Heaven Central. His eyes locked on Jesus, sitting on the stool. Intrigued, Lucifer left the other angel. He moved close enough to hear Jesus, while trying not to draw attention to himself.

Jesus opened the blue book on the pedestal revealing its glossy blank pages. Undaunted, He began to speak. His mouth opened, firing flaming arrows like lightning which inscribed the shining blank pages with His words. In the beginning, God created…

Alexander and Mesha looked questioningly at each other. Neither said a word. They watched and listened, as Jesus continued.

Jesus dictated hundreds of pages— each word etched on the blank pages with lightning speed and accuracy. After only moments, the last blank page of the book awaited the final words. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.

There. He closed the volume. Complete, for all to read. His high-voltage words inscribed the spine and cover: The Eternal Word of God. He straightened the book atop its ivory pedestal and smiled at His servants who watched from their posts.

They returned the smile, baffled by what they had witnessed and by what all they had heard.

Jesus re-entered the Throne Room, leaving the volume in plain view and ready access to all who approached.

Lucifer rubbed his chin, as he walked near the pedestal to have a closer look. Hmmm. Whatever must this mean? I must read this for myself. He read the inscription and flipped through the book. My, my. Captivated by curiosity, he perused page after page, recording every word in his thoughts.

His face showed increasing concern as he scanned more pages. His eyes locked on a passage, and he blurted out, "What is man that thou art mindful of him?" Grimacing, he clenched his jaw and slammed the book shut. He headed toward the Throne Room entrance, but then reversed his direction.

As Mesha neared the blue book to investigate, he heard Lucifer mutter as he headed toward Choir, This could be a problem. A big problem.

Mesha and Alexander read the book, intrigued. The new eternal constitution decreed great mysteries and yielded fascinating words of a language unfamiliar to the stunned servants of God.

Look at this, sir. Mesha pointed to a page. Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and shall call His name Immanuel? Why that means …

Alexander’s mouth widened. God … with us.

"Us? Who? He already is with us." Mesha flipped through more pages, reading chunks of words at a time.

As they read more of the blue-satin book, the melodies of Lucifer’s rehearsal soared through the palace and up the Staircase. Lucifer, with musical abilities and harmonious voice beyond understanding, had intoned worship when he practiced with the chorus. He would lift the sounds as sweet incense coupled with ringing praises which would flood the Palace while every angel in attendance lifted their arms and voices in worship. Mesha and Alexander always joined in. Yet, now the melodies rang out a striking, yet subtle, dissonance not heard before.

Hasn’t he been a most anointed cherub of the Father? Mesha asked, as Lucifer offered an agitato refrain.

Most definitely. Our Majesty deserves all worship, and Lucifer has been anointed to bring that worship before Him.

As the music died down, Mesha raised an eyebrow, glancing toward the Choir office. The odd rendition of praise had caught his attention. From what Mesha could tell, it appeared to have taken Alexander by surprise as well. Yet, he chose to ignore it, returning to the intriguing book before them, hoping this eerie sensation was unfounded and momentary.

Mesha nudged Alexander, pointing to another passage. "And I looked and behold, in the midst of the Throne, and of the four living creatures, and in the midst of the elders, stood a Lamb as though it had been slain. He looked over to Alexander. What lamb? Slain? We don’t know these words, sir. We know the throne. Yes, the four living creatures are here too. But, who are these ‘elders’? What do these new words mean?"

Alexander turned a few pages back and read aloud. "’But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot. He indeed was foreordained before the foundation of the world.’ He ran his fingers through his hair. What blood? What world? Oh, Mesha, I don’t know what to make of this any more than you do."

Mesha couldn’t hold his question inside any longer. What is happening, sir? These new words…this new book…

Mesha, I don’t know.

Everything’s so … different now. Even the air is …

Ominous? Yes, I know. Alexander raised his eyebrow, his own questions rising within. He took a large journal from the shelves as they walked back to Mesha’s post.

But, why, sir? Puzzled, Mesha tried to make sense of all he had seen.

I do not understand either, nor do I understand this new task. Alexander set the book on Mesha’s desk. Maybe you’ll get answers with this assignment. Alexander handed a large peacock quill and full inkwell to Mesha. You will need all of these.

What must I do, sir?

You are going on the journey of a lifetime—an everlasting one, if I understand it correctly. As you travel, you will journal in this volume everything you see and experience. Do not miss anything. You will see many things yet to come, and you are granted the task of chronicling them for us.

But, sir. I’m so new. Am I ready for this?

The Majesty knows what’s best and whom He has appointed for each assignment. Therefore my friend, to answer your question, yes, you are ready.

Where will I go? When will I do these things?

"Your post will supply all that you need for this assignment. You are to watch the screens and monitors before you and record everything for the heavenly chronicles. You will also be sent on various assignments, all of which will