genesisIn the bible it says that Christ will come back to establish his Millennium Kingdom and free his people from the slavery and tyranny of the Antichrist. It sounds nice, but for everyone who reads on you should know that the bible is full of shit. I found out the truth, and I found out what really happens. The truth is nothing, nothing happens. The truth is, is that the world started with us, and with us it is going to end, not by the “hand of God”.
So where did I get the idea to search for Christ, and attempt an expedition of this magnitude? It all started late one night, in the middle of New York City, at a small pub near the Bronx. I was suppose to be meeting a couple of friends their earlier in the night, but two of them cancelled, so we planned another week. There were two older gentlemen sitting in a darker part of the bar on farthest stools away from me, but I could still hear everything they were saying. The men were grayed, they were both old. You could tell that they had done their work, and now they were fixing to relax for the rest of their days. They would sit there and bullshit about sports and politics, and the local news, and watch as their city became a bigger mess than it already was.
They both have lived long enough, beyond the point of even caring what was going to happen later in life, but this one single topic of their conversation was such of interest, they just wouldn’t leave it be. They had gone back and forth on it for weeks, questioning, wondering, waiting, wanting to know what it all was really about. After listening for long enough, though, I decided that I would approach the gentlemen, and inquiry about their conversation. After I started to get closer, I gained the attention of the gentleman facing towards me, and he quickly silenced his partner.
“Can we help you?” One of the men asked me.
“Well yes actually…” I cleared my throat, “Uh yes you can. You see, I come here just about as often as you two do, and for the past week or so, I’ve been listening to your conversation and…” The other man interrupted me.
“Are you a news reporter of any kind?” He asked with a curious eye.
“ Oh, no, no, no, I’m much too…” The first man interrupted me again.
“Are you some kind of religious official, or some kind of religious nut, coming to silence us about our story.”
“If I was anything close to being considered religious, I’d be surprised.” I laughed at my own answer, but sadly enough it was true. I had never really been at all interested in a religion, and neither were my parents. I just kind of went with the flow of whatever was happening, and if anything in life happened that could greatly affect me then I just went on my way with it, and enjoyed it, or accepted it, whichever situation it was. If you ask me though, if there is something out there worth believing in, believe in it.
He looked at me suspiciously again, “So you’re none of these things.”
“Clean as a whistle.” I said with a grin.
The two men leaned in close and whispered with each other for a few minutes, and gave some odd looks and a few nods. I waited there patiently hoping to get a chance to talk about their subject of interest with them, because as the time kept passing, the subject became more interesting to me as well.
“I suppose we can trust you.” The first man said turning around to face me.
I smiled big, “Well then, would you gentlemen care to join me at my table.”
They accepted my invite and then they began to follow me back to my table. I started to wonder though what I was getting myself into. Was this the real deal or was I just going to be dealing with a couple of religious nut jobs. I suppose I had to talk to them to find out for sure.
The men sat down and the first one began to speak. “Well I would suppose we should introduce ourselves not shouldn’t we?”
“That sounds good, my name is Aaron Stevens. I’m a computer software developer for a small company up north. What about you two, what’s your story?”
The first man introduced himself. “My name is Frank Wold, and this is buddy Ed Barker, we served in Nam together, stayed friends ever since. Ed’s wife just passed a few months back.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I replied with a slight frown.
“Thank you.” Ed said, trying to hold back a tear or two. “She had cancer, and it quickly became terminal, so we figured it was just her time.”
“Yes, and she was so sweet too.” Said Frank.
“But enough about that, I don’t want to get all worked up again about it. Let’s get to the real reason why we’re talking. You want to know what has been so important these past few days.”
My eyes began to widen with interest. “Is it really that interesting?”
“Oh you have no idea.” Said Ed cracking a slick smile. He sat there for a few seconds to gather his thoughts then he asked me a question. “How much do you know about Jesus and the Bible?”
“I know enough.”
Frank chimed in. “Do you think Jesus will ever come back”
“Yeah, I think so, at some point in time, when the world is at its peak of turmoil.”
“Yes, that sounds like a good answer, but the next question is, how many times has the world reached the peak of its turmoil?” Ed looked as though he had the rubik’s cube solved with this question.
I had to gather my thoughts in order to answer this question properly. I ran through my history as best as I could. I thought of every war, every great conqueror, every bad possible event. Then an answer dawned upon me and I asked another question. “Are you looking at this in the prospective of a timeline, or asking a question in general?” Ed and Frank both raised their eyebrows with curiosity as if they wanted me to finish my statement. “Because there is a difference,” I cleared my throat. “The difference is, if you are asking this question in general, then an answer would be, he’ll come back when he so pleases, or when the rapture happens, and at some point it will all take place during a peak of turmoil.”
“And the other way?” Frank asked.
“Well the other way? Jesus has been supposedly dead for nineteen hundred and seventy three years, he died in 33 A.D. Since that year, and that time period there has been numerous amounts of turmoil that the world has had to have gone through. There has been so much shit carried out in his name. I think one of two things has happened. Either god has just stopped listening, or he’s here, and he’s waiting for the right person to find him, but that is just an answer in theory. ”
“Do you think that you are that person Aaron?”
“Why not Ed? Why aren’t you that person, why isn’t Frank that person?” I took a breath for a second. “I think that all of us are the right person to try and him, it’s just to what extent will people go to find him. I mean it’s not like he’s just going to be out in the wide open anywhere.”
Frank took another sip of his drink. ‘What makes you think that he isn’t out in the open. What if he is somewhere right before our very eyes and we missed it.”
“I don’t know. It’s a possibility, he might be somewhere near us, or we could have met him somewhere.” Frank kind of sat there speechless at that comment. I had to really gather my thoughts now, because I began to think. What if this was a deal where I was just starting to go crazy, and I was talking to two crazy old gentlemen and they were just sucking me into this weird vortex of their religious ideas. I was in too deep now though, so I was stuck asking and answering questions. I tried to catch the attention of Frank’s eyes. “You met him didn’t you?” I had no idea what caused me to ask that question. He looked cautiously at me and then gave me a quick stern nod “You’re joking.”
“Nope, not at all. To be completely honest with you I thought it was a joke as well.” He began to draw up his memory of the experience. “I was walking through Central Park one day, a couple days back, going to sit a the bench where my wife and I used to sit and feed the pigeons. It was usually hard for me to there and just watch the birds alone, it was always here favorite thing to do. Bird watch. A man was looking at me from across the path. He could tell that I was a distraught and was needing someone to talk to. Out of a random act of kindness he walked up to me.
“Hey brother.” He had a smooth, deep voice. “You look down.”
I looked up to him, He wasn‘t a small man, but he wasn‘t big either. I would say he was about six foot, had some muscle on him, about average. He had long hair, and a long beard to match it, and it all was surrounding a gentle face. His outfit was different. It was baggy leather of some sort, nothing tight, he had baggy leather pants, with chains near the waste on either side, a leather long sleeve jacket, that covered a black t-shirt that had a white cross deign of some sort on it. He didn’t look as though he wanted to harm, but rather get an answer out of me. So I gave him one, “I am down. This is where my wife and I used to come almost every day.”
He closed his eyes as thought he was in deep though, “You’re wife, Helen, she died of cancer right?”
“Yes, but how on earth did you know that?” I was just shocked as to what I had heard.
“Don’t worry about it brother.” He sat down next to me and patted my knee with his hand, “All you do need to know is that she is safe now, she is happy.
“What is that some kind of religious thing, that every one says to people to make them feel better.” I started to laugh a bit.
“Nope, it’s the truth. I have no reason to lie to you now do I Frank?” The man said with a very reassuring voice.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, you know my name too, who are you, like… Jesus?” I started to laugh again, but I had the bit of fear at the same time, like maybe this guy that I was talking to was some kind of stalker.
“Well that’s close, but my name is actually Jes, Jes Christiansen.” He put his hand out to shake mine.
“Jes Christiansen, it’s nice to meet you.” I shook his hand in return. We continued talking about stuff, pretty much just about everything you could talk about, people, life, religion, TV. The subjects were endless. He didn’t talk much, he mainly listened, and would put his two cents in every so often. Every time he would speak thought, people would randomly stop to listen to his comments and then they would comment, and keep passing. It was strange but interesting. We talked for hours, and then before I knew it he was just gone. When I was done talking with him though, I felt so refreshed, like I had just had a brand new revelation in life. I felt that I could complete any task that was given to me.”
“That’s a very interesting story Frank, but don’t you think that the dude you were talking to was just some weird biker guy, who in my mind was probably crazy, and would talk, and make you think exactly what you wanted, and then time it, so his friends would come by and the same time, and sound like they were amazed?”
“That’s an good theory Aaron, but I honestly think that this man, and those people that walked by, in no shape or form could even be close to being friends.”
“Well I’m just saying, plus, there’s more to the story.”
I gave him a questionable look. “How could there be more?”
“You don’t watch the news much do you boy?” Frank said starting to chuckle a bit.
“Not particularly, why?”
“Well here’s what we were talking about so intensely at the bar earlier. Today on the news it showed a man down by the docks who was speaking to the public about the world, and how it is broken. He talked about how the world needed to set aside its differences, religiously, economically, and politically, but he knew that the likelihood of that happening was minimal. So he asked that the countries of the world find a way to live in peace. Then he said, “As a peace offering I will take a person who has never seen, and let them see forever the world for what it really is.” He waited, and then a doctor from a hospital nearby, brought a patient struck with a rare form of blindness that is seemingly incurable. The man speaking took some water from the ocean, put it in his hand, and blew it into her eyes. The water lifted and gently flew out of his hand and rested in her eyes. They began to tear up, and then tears began the flow rapidly from her face, almost as if they were raining down. Then the crowd grew silent as she began to laugh. “I can see!” She yelled loudly. The crowd was in total shock and silence, not one person spoke. He quietly boarded the ship, and set out to the rest of the world.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, how did I miss that?” I said with total stupidity.
“I don’t know its been playing on the news all day long, they’ve been interviewing the girl, and the doctors. They gave all of them lie detector tests to make sure it was an authentic deal. They all passed.” Ed said, with a huge smile on his face.
“So this Jes Christiansen character, you guys really think that this guy is Jesus himself?” I was really starting to get into this conversation now. Could it really be true that Jesus is back. “So where did he go?”
Frank, scratched his head trying to remember something, “Um I believe the news people were talking about a ship that he got on when he was leaving. I believe that the ship was called the Elizabeth.”
Ed chimed in, “We did some more research. There is only a few ships that exist with that name, and they all run to one place.”
“The UK.” I answered quickly. “He’s in Europe!”
“There is a good chance that he is. The crew on the ship had no idea what was going on, but when they got to the UK. The Americans radioed in their news, and they searched the area around for the missing man, but he was never found.” Frank yawned. “I would suspect that Europe is where he is, but I would suppose with the publicity so far he is attempting to keep a low profile.”
“So let’s go find him.” I suggested eagerly.
“No can do sir, we’re much to old to leave this country anymore, let alone the city. You should go though . Someone out there has to attempt to find this man.”
I sat there and thought about it long and hard. I needed to know if this was the real deal, I had always struggled with the ideas of religion and reality, and here is a possible answer right in front of my face, but would it be worth it?”
“Okay then. I’ll do it, first thing in the morning I’ll leave. I’ll start in Europe and I’ll try to track him down.”
