“For God So Loved the World…”

by Curtis Shelburne

            “MY SON . . .”

            The Father’s words boomed like thunder in Heaven’s throne room and rolled down steps of ethereal alabaster through the Great Hall of Glory and out into Eternity.

The heavenly host heard not the words, but the mighty music of the voice of God flooded through Heaven’s streets, every magnificent reverberation joining the great rolling stream, each wondrous wave capped with divine overtones of the Father’s love. And on earth, thunder.

            “My Son, everything I have is yours. Nothing have I withheld. You are clothed in heavenly splendor. To you has been granted glory which knows no bounds. From before the foundations of the earth, before Eternity at my command whispered, ‘Time!’ and my Spirit brooded over an incubating creation, I have loved you. You who are clothed with me in the timeless splendor of Heaven. You who are Light and Love and all Beauty, and the Joy of your Father. Now, in the Eternal present where every moment is now, I ask, will you willingly enter time? Will you allow your divinity to be wrapped in the garment of humanity? Will you lay aside heavenly glory to redeem the fallen sons of Adam and daughters of Eve?”

            In Heaven, where every moment is now, the Son’s voice now. “Abba, Father, Thy will be done.”

            And Heaven, now hearing, gasped, and through the timeless Hall echoed the sounds of an angel’s voice hailing the handmaid of God, the gentle sound of the Baby’s first breath and the sharp birth cry filling a Bethlehem stable, the Father’s mighty thunder of approval—“This is my Son, in whom I am well-pleased!”, the sharp metallic sounds of a soldier’s hammer eclipsing the Son on a tree, Heaven’s verdict—“It is finished,” and the Son’s—“Father, into Thy hands I commit my Spirit.” All of these chords intermingle with the angel’s eternal message, “He is not here! He is risen!”

            And Heaven gasped. And angels, numbering ten thousands times ten thousands, sang with tongues of light:

            “Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!”

            Worthy is the Lamb!