Part 2

Since the dawn of time he had enjoyed touring through space. The Creator’s universe was rapidly expanding day by day. Even at it’s very dawn it had been so vast and so huge. It was bigger than ever and would continue to be so – indefinitely and unto eternity. It was so difficult to believe. If a person searched for years together, centuries even, he would never, ever come to the end of it. There were worlds within worlds.

“Infinite unto eternity,” muttered Oriel, with something like awe. The depths, mysteries and wonders of the universe never ceased to amaze and astound him. Mankind argued that no matter how big the universe was, it no man could travel there without a heap of sophisticated spacecraft.

“Man is a creature of the flesh, now more than ever since he became a mere mortal.” But for a spiritual being, a supernatural being, the universe was a wonderful, vibrant mystery just waiting to be explored.
“How she would have loved to see all of this. Now she never will,” pondered Oriel, his heart heavy within him. Then he started for a moment and smiled to himself.

No less a One than the Master himself had given Oriel a second chance. He was going to go down, into the very pits of Hell if necessary and bring his charge out of there. Oriel was simply spending some time by himself, thinking and of course planning. Not to mention the most important preparation of all. Yes. Praying.

He would not return and take his place in the Heavens nor would he be assigned a new charge. He would stay on this case – vanish into the world of humanity and from there find his way to that dreadful place. He trembled at the thoughts of what he would have to go through in the underworld. But Rebecca was there. He would have to physically go in there and rescue her. He prayed earnestly that the Master would be with him at least spiritually. He too had gone down there and taken many away from there.

“It will all be worth it. I cannot fail her. I will be successful and bring her back from there,” he declared. He prayed to the Father, the Creator, in the name of His beloved Son. That was the sure-fire way to have the Father answer his prayers. Always.

Why was he making this arduous and dangerous journey?

“For Rebecca,” he told himself and he knew it was true. There was one more reason, however. A reason as old as time.

“Why was the underworld so very keen to obtain Rebecca within its grasp and so early?” He was unable to figure it out. His protection had always been enough for his previous charges unless they literally had a deathwish. Oriel had never slumbered. He had watched Rebecca day and night. The one moment when his attention had been diverted for a second, she had been wrenched irrevocably from his grasp. There had to be a sound reason.

Rebecca was a young woman born in unfortunate circumstances, but he had never seen the Enemy so keen to snatch a soul. Oriel felt that the reason for this was something that went back far further than anyone could have dreamed.

“The Enemy has her soul illegally, I’m convinced. I’m not sure of the reason but I feel that this mystery goes back a lot further than anyone could imagine.”

Oriel flew towards the earth to accomplish his mission.

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Part 1

“Where will I get peace? I’ve so totally failed. I can’t believe it. She’s gone forever….” Oriel couldn’t begin to describe the feelings that were going around in his head.

Everyone assumes angels have it made when it comes to spirituality. They are supposed to have this peaceful, serene existence. But take one look at Oriel. See the dilemma. The situation. Sleep refused to come. Being awake was torture. He decided to talk it over with the Master. He understood everything.

The Master was full of kindness and compassion. He was totally supportive.

“It wasn’t in your control. She was following the ways of the world. It was her own choice. God gave mankind free will…”

“But Master! She was going through a bad phase. She would have come back eventually. I was waiting and watching for that. If she could have remained alive for just a few more years. That accident should never have happened.” The Master’s eyes were serious, but full of compassion. He looked tenderly at the angel.

“She had her chance to hear the message. She chose to ignore it, Oriel. Why do you needlessly blame yourself?”

“Master, I know You speak the truth. But look how she heard the message! And look who gave her the message. Those priests and teachers had no enthusiasm for the Word at all, they were simply following the prescribed pattern. With guides like that, I’m hardly surprised that she didn’t give the Good News her serious consideration.” Oriel could never have believed that he would speak to his Master in this way. Yet it was all right. He never became offended. Suddenly, a glimmer of hope seemed to appear in his mind.

“Master?”

“Yes, Oriel? How can I help?”

“I can’t go back to the Heavens, I’m not at peace. I can’t think of staying here and taking on another case. I’m not ready. I have a request….”

“Go ahead.”

“Master, may I go down there and look for her? If she’s ready to come back, now she knows what she’s got herself into, I’m ready to take her back no matter what it takes.”

The Master frowned.

“Do you know what you’re asking?”

“Yes.”

“You understand the dangers?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Do you realize how difficult it is to resist the blandishments of that community?”

“I will never give in. But my child – my child is there among them. I will never rest if I don’t try at least one last time….”

“I know that,” replied the Master. “I understand your feelings perfectly. That’s why I’m agreeing to your request.”

“You are? I don’t have to seek permission from the Father?”

“The Father and I are One,” came the reply. “All power in Heaven and Earth is given to Me.” Oriel fell at his Master’s feet. The Master blessed him.

“Above all, keep your faith at all times. Pray constantly to strengthen yourself against temptation. One more thing you must remember…”

“Yes Master?”

“Don’t be afraid. I am with you.”

 

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