Ask Me ..... How i know there's a God up in the heavens!

Chapter 55 - Lost in Translation

We burst into the cabin from the encroaching snow storm; both seeming happy to be out of the weather. I, for the lack of fear of the driving conditions and Jesus for the comfort of His own lack of acclimation to the climate. Poor thing; although He didn't complain about it, I could tell He was cold most of the time.

We took our coats and boots off and stashed our grocery store goodies; when Jesus pointed to the cabin bedroom.

"I go pray." He indicated with a shy smile.

OK. I shrugged, as He scurried off and I heard the door lock click.

Jesus took a few steps into the room and fell on His face. Thank You Father, I'm back in the safety of just the... three of Us. Jesus giggled as He sat up on His knees. This century is interesting to say the least. But as it was, is, or will be a millennia ago, or even next year; there is nothing new under the sun. This nation they call the United States is very much just another Roman Empire with a technological twist. Not exactly the same of course; yet just exactly the same, all at the same time. Jesus smirked.

'Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the new born King....' Jesus giggled as He thought of the choruses of music both sung by man and prerecorded devices alike. Despite the secular aspects of the holiday season; (and old men running around in red and white fur suits) there are still those who carried Him around in their hearts and that was a joyful thing.

Jesus giggled as He turned around and sat on the floor. Strait across from Him was a mirror on the back of the door and He sat looking at His own reflection a moment or two, before He got up on His hands and knees and crawled toward it. He'd never seen Himself with such clarity as was available in this century; He smiled happily as He climbed to His feet.

The 39 year old face reflecting back at Him, fascinated Him. He was happy to see this resurrected body, as He held His hands out to the mirror and then suddenly began to peel off layers of clothing. He kicked the sox and athletic pants across the room and stood in front of the mirror just as naked as He'd emerged from the tomb a day earlier; (or at least a day earlier according to this time line). Naked I came from my mother's womb and naked I shall return. The Lord gave, the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of Lord. Jesus giggled as He raised His arms into the air and then looked up.

Here I am; ready to return to You when You want me!

Jesus attention returned back toward His reflection as He adjusted a bit to see the opening in His side. He squirmed around and giggled as He stuck His fingers inside His body. It felt weird and Jesus knew it was going to take some time and exploration to get acquainted with this now permanently altered flesh of His. It was wonderful though, Jesus sighed as He leaned against the cold mirror.

"WOO!" That is cold! Jesus quickly stepped back as He wasn't particularly thinking about what of His anatomy was to come in contact with this mirror. He looked down. Yeah, He sighed, both a bit amused as well as bewildered. He noted this particular circumstance to be a frequent occurrence since coming back from the dead. He knew it had to do with being renewed to a grand healing upon being raised to life; and He didn't particularly mind the warm feelings, especially if able to be adequately concealed by layers of clothing when out in public. Just an interesting... 'side effect'. He noted.

Well, that will remedy itself one way or another eventually. Jesus shrugged as He decided to ignore... Him's-self and look at His back. He remembered the intense heat that surged up and down His spine as these wounds miraculously closed up around themselves and the angels' jubilation at watching this happen, while they helped peel the shroud off Him.