Evenings III

When the last trumpet blows, the last bell tolls, and everything that must be said has been said, and everything that must be done has been done, and all the words that can not be spoken have been kept in the dark recesses of our mind and thought, I know that our God Almighty will appear with the same resounding gong with which he disappeared when creation fell into the hands of Satan. I know also that, with the certainty of heaven and hell, and with the promises all guaranteed, this is what will be at the conclusion of a thousand years.

Who we will have become is who we were destined to become, and what we were created for. We will see him as he is, the Master, the Lord, the Creator of all creators, the beginning and the end, when beginning and end are one. Who is he, this God, the Master of all creators, this God of all, who cannot be seen, this God our eyes dare not look upon? Who is he, this pure perfection, this personification of every good, and every perfection, and every love. Who is he?

He is the God of love. He is the God of truth. And he is the God of justice. He is the true God, the one, the God Almighty. He is Jehovah Jireh. He is Jehovah Tsidkenu. He is Jehovah Machsi. He is Jehovah, the God of all gods. He is Jehovah, the Creator of all creators. He is Jehovah. He is, he was, and he will be. He is.

​Queen