End of the Age: Final Deception HTML version
Entering the living room, Jesse returned Gabriel’s smile. On the sofa, he lifted
an arm, waiting for her to fill the space. She relaxed back to stretch out tired legs. Her
time at the shelter had been both tiring and refreshing, reminding her that events
unfolding in the world affected everyone. She looked across the room at the Pastor and
Olivia. The Pastor sat with his arms crossed, eyes glued to the television. What was the
Pastor thinking? Was he thinking about fallen angels and their plot to trick the world?
Jesse’s mind began to wander as she considered his theory. Could there be other
explanations for the alien’s arrival? Could the Pastor be wrong? He was only human,
after all. Maybe the alien wasn’t evil at all and intended them no harm.
In such a vast universe, wasn't anything possible? Maybe there was life in other
galaxies. Maybe there were scores of planets just like Earth. In astronomy class, Jesse
had been amazed to find out there were more than 125 billion galaxies. The textbook
picture of the galaxy humans live in had been stunning. The Milky Way looked like
glowing dust particles swept into a swirl with each particle of dust representing a star or
planet. She had been awestruck by the enormity. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the
size of just one galaxy, much less a universe with 125 billion galaxies.
Considering the size of the universe, Jesse was left with some disturbing
questions. Did God really care about every single person? Could one person, out of
billions, living on one planet, out of billions, in one galaxy, out of billions, really matter
to the creator of the whole universe? How could one person on the surface of one tiny dot
out of trillions of dots believe God loves them? Her shoulders slumped forward with an
extraordinary feeling of insignificance. In the big scheme of things, she was nothing more
than an irrelevant atom living on a particle of dust.
Jesse had become so engrossed in her distractions that she barely felt Gabriel’s
hand move beneath hers. His arm tightened around her shoulder as he leaned close to say,
“Not one sparrow falls to the ground apart from the Father’s will. Made in God’s image,
don’t you think we are more valuable?”
She thought about the miracles and healings God had blessed them with. God
had saved her life. How could she possibly doubt after all that God had done for them?
People, governments, they all failed, but God never failed. God was their only hope.
“Yes,” she said, nodding. “We are more valuable.”
Turning her attention to the television, Jesse heard the main newscaster say,
“According to information coming out of Washington D.C., the alien who made contact
calls himself Arakiel. The visitor claims to be a messenger from Uron, a planet in another
galaxy. He claims Uronians are watchers who have monitored this planet throughout
history. Uronians never intended to interfere in human affairs and only come to Earth
now to offer assistance at a time when humans face unprecedented challenges.”