[I wrote
this story on September 22, 2017, Friday
(12:44 AM) and still affirm that it is true even now]
The Rabbi
of Nazareth had surely seen me when I was wandering under the fig tree. A year later, I was fishing all night for
a living, when the Master of the Lake Gennesaret showed up and I followed Him.
The Lord
of Mount Olivet attracted me to go to
Jerusalem. So, one fine day I came to the Traveller of Jerusalem asking for the
reputed Journey. The Man of Nowhere gave me a plank of wood with a well-drawn
shape of a Cross and directed me to the
wilderness.
The
Carpenter of Galilee showed up in the wilderness and has been chiseling out the
edges of the wood. After the chiseling
will be the painting by the Painter of Lilies. And when I reach Jerusalem, I
shall present it to the Master of the Mansion, who will say, "Well Done!
Come and share your Master's happiness."
It has
been many years in the wilderness. The shape of the Cross is seen, but
more to be chiseled out still. The journey and work are on. The more it is chiseled the lighter it becomes, and the
more progressive the journey is.
Some
Pilgrims thought my Cross is on painting
because they have seen it from far. You know, even a curve look straight from
far.