After a short snooze, I awoke. Restless. Nervous. No sign of my family anywhere. I still had no sense of time, and my surroundings still looked altered in some inexplicable way. Familiar and yet strange. Hazy yet somehow clearer than ever before.
I tossed and turned, trying to sleep. How could anyone sleep with the Son of God picking them up in the morning? Then I panicked a bit. Maybe I could just meet Jesus at the cabin instead. I could use the drive to collect myself, get my head around this situation. I will use the car ride to pray! Yes, that’s a reasonable request. Jesus will understand.
These were my thoughts. I was probably just too afraid to meet Jesus face to face, and wanted to delay the encounter a bit. Hmmm…I wonder how long of a drive it is to the Father’s cabin anyway?
I grabbed my phone before I could second guess my plan, and hit redial on the unlisted number. This will never work. But to my surprise, it did. He answered!
“Jesus? It’s me…Jeremy.”
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping? We have a big weekend ahead of us.”
“Yeah, I know. But I was just thinking. I would really prefer to just drive myself and meet you up at the cabin. Would that okay?” I said hesitantly.
“I’m sorry, Jeremy, but it doesn’t work that way.”
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