by Tim Green
to rescue me?” My heart skipped a beat as I anxiously waited for Jesus to make a request to his Father in heaven for us to save him. I would have been the first to dash out of heavens gate to save him. My one hand was already holding my sword tightly as it lay lonely in its sheath while my other hand was already dressed with my shield. I was ready for battle and I wanted war.
Instead Jesus picked up the man’s severed ear and miraculously weaved it back into its place. The vessels and sinews miraculously joined themselves back together. Visually, it was perfect, not even a scar could be seen. He had created and woven Adam out of the dust of the ground and made him into a living breathing creature. Simply putting an ear back in its place was not impossible for him to do.
This powerful miracle performed in their midst did not deter their murderous mission. They wanted blood and they were out to get it. I stood on the tips of my toes, ready for God the Fathers instruction for intervention. But Jesus made no effort to pray to his Father in heaven for salvation. His purpose was to do the will of His Father in heaven. Instead he explained to his disciples saying, “These things must happen so that the words from the scriptures may come to pass.” I wanted to approach the table where all the prophesies had been recorded in the books of heaven concerning Christ the Messiah. I saw out of the corner of my eye that the books were closed and sealed with the seal of promise by the Holy Spirit. That’s when I realized that the end of time had come and prophetic fulfilment was at hand. The fulfilment of the Law, the Psalms and the Prophets was at hand. It was all unfolding before my angelic eyes as I watched through heavens open window down into the secret garden of Gethsemane.
Jesus then turned and spoke to the angry mob, “I sat in the Temple with you every day. Why didn’t you arrest me there while I was teaching secrets and mysteries about the kingdom of heaven? Why do you now come to arrest me with swords and spears in the middle of the night?” The disciples tucked in their robes and ran for fear of loosing their lives. They abandoned their master leaving him in the garden with the murderous mob. I looked directly into Michael’s shiny face. I knew more about the holy prophesies than he did as I had tediously written them down over the centuries in the books of heaven.
I realized that he also was unsure of the outcome when I saw the concerned look upon his face. His eyes expressed a helpless look that almost drove me to tears. I felt hopeless and helpless. The only thing that we both knew was that the Father knew what was about to happen. Not only had he put the words in the mouths of his holy prophets but he knew the end from the beginning. And the beginning of the end was beginning and unfolding before our eyes. Everything that had ever been written by the prophets was about to explode into a living reality.
Michael and I stood face to face, the tips of our wings gently touching each other once again. We resembled the image of the mercy seat, the solid golden cover of the Ark of the Covenant. We, together with all the angels of heaven stood silently at attention in the throne room before the Father of glory. The throne room was filled to capacity with every type of heavenly host. Every cherubim and seraphim were present and accounted for on heavens register. Every angelic trumpeter was present but they were forbidden to herald the sound of heaven upon their trumpets. Their heads were bowed and they tightly held their trumpets in their hands upon their chests. The blasts of their lips were sealed for this season in time. All angelic missions from heaven to earth were halted by God. We all anxiously reported before the throne by Christ’s Holy Father.
For some unknown reason, we angels were forbidden to bow down with our faces towards the ground. We were forbidden to cry passionately, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God, who was and who is and who is to come!” We were instructed to quietly stand together side by side with our wings gently touching and to simply watch.
God the Father had opened up the windows of heaven right beneath where Michael and I were standing. We stood above the great city of Jerusalem. Everything was magnified as though looking through a magnifying glass. We were told to watch so the Lord God gave us a bird’s eye view through the open window in heaven. We could see the angry crowd that had gathered outside the house of Caiaphas the high priest. We could hear every sound as it was amplified in the realm of the spirit. Every whisper along with every loud violent murderous cry blasted its way into the throne room of God as a deafening echo.
God the Father sat silently upon his mighty throne. His eyes reflected an emotion that I had never seen in him before. He was more intense than on the day when Lucifer was eternally banished from heavens throne room. I suddenly began to feel what God the Father was feeling. I looked straight into Michael’s sea blue eyes and I detected that he was feeling it too. The Father of Glory had imparted his emotional feelings to us for the very first time. I could feel the weight of his heavy mantle upon my shoulders. My every emotion raced within me like an untamed mustang, running free in the open plains. It was burdensome and heavy. For the first time ever I felt the wrath of Almighty God.
Suddenly the hostile crowd roared, announcing the entrance of Jesus. The nation’s leaders and the teachers of the Law of Moses had all gathered together. They were like a pack of wolves hungry for the kill. Michael’s muscles rippled and hardened as he saw God the Son appear. I had never seen my fellow archangel so intense before. He was bracing himself for battle as if it were a fight to the death. The Father of Glory lifted up his eyes towards us. Michael quickly calmed down and relaxed his muscles once again as he looked into God the Fathers eyes. He released the tight grip that he had upon his sword.
In the past we angels had never seen the God of Heaven fail. We were all unsure if He was going to fail now. We had never known anything to be out of his control however we were unsure if everything was under his control now. He had kept Israel from destruction over the past two thousand years and here we all stood, unsure if He was going to slumber and sleep now. We were all unsure if His foot was about to be moved. God Almighty always had control of everything irrespective of how bad they looked and how out of control they seemed.
Suddenly I caught a glimpse of Simon Peter out of the corner of my eye. He had followed secretly behind keeping a lengthy distance. He boldly came into the courtyard of the high priests palace. He went in and sat down with the guards to see what was going to happen. He was as curious as what we were. The chief priests along with the whole council wanted to put Jesus to death. So they tried to find people who would tell lies about him and give false testimony in court against him. Two men eventually came forward and said, “This man claimed that he would destroy God’s holy temple and then build it again after three days.”
Jesus kept quite and did not attempt to defend himself. This made the high priest stand to his feet and question Jesus saying, “Why don’t you say something in your own defence? Don’t you understand the magnitude of the charges that they are making against you?” But Jesus continued in silence and failed to answer them at all. He stood silently before His accusers and he did not open his mouth.
The high priest was adamant in his interrogation. He continued his line of questioning in a more hostile tone of voice, “I adjure you before the living God to answer me truthfully. Are you Christ the Messiah? Are you the promised Son of God?” There was a long silent pause. The crowd had fallen into a curious trance of silence. They were anxious to hear what Jesus of Nazareth; the young carpenter had to say in his defence. Jesus held nothing back. He feared nothing but his Father in heaven. He spoke with heavenly confidence proclaiming, “You have said it!”
This angered the high priest immensely. He tore his robes as a sign of his ears being exposed to hearing blasphemy. He shouted angrily before the crowd, “This man claims to be God. We don’t need any more witnesses. We have all heard what he has said.” The high priest then provoked the crowd by asking them for their opinion. He asked the crowd what they thought should be done so they chanted; “He is guilty of blasphemy and deserves to die according to the Law.”
The crowd began to spit in
the face of Jesus. Some of them started to beat him in the face with their fists while others slapped him with their open hands. “Tell us who hit you,” they mocked. Michael’s magnificent muscles tensed up again and his knuckles became white as he clasped his sword tightly again. He desperately wanted to take action and intervene. But he was horribly aware of the eternal consequences of being banished from heaven like Lucifer was for rebellion. Our emotions had intensified as we helplessly watched the crowd mock the Son of the living God, openly bringing shame upon him.
We were rudely interrupted by the outburst of a servant girl. She had recognised Simon Peter sitting in the courtyard. “You were with Jesus from Galilee,” she said adamantly. Peter hastily answered in his defence in front of everyone, “I don’t know what you are talking about!” Peter walked out of the gate trying to make an exit without trying to attract any more attention to himself. Another servant girl saw him and recognising him said to some people, “This man was with Jesus