Zionistya 2
‘Life is good here, Abraham,’ said Jacob one afternoon.
‘It’s not that bad, grandson,’ agreed Abraham. ‘Not really too many Christian issues to sort out. The debates on Jesus as Christ are reasonable and entertaining now, and they have developed enough attention to rules of debate that it is quite ok. The Jewish Christian debate forum in Jerusalem prime, all 700 hectares of it, is alive with spirituality and prayer and debate. A thriving citadel of discussion and spirituality. So many ideas from the Gospel have entered into some of our thinking. It seems there is genuine fruit in what the Christ Child has to teach. We’ll make a son of Israel of him yet, it would appear.’
‘They’ll never concede,’ frowned Jacob. ‘They have a huge catalogue of spiritual argument now to demonstrate their position. It is an edifice of spiritual strength Jesus is continuing to build to demonstrate his case.’
‘Should we care?’ argued Abraham. ‘This is our civilization. This is our Kingdom of God, which the Lord promised us. Civility is very strong now betwixt us, so let us enjoy this perpetual discussion for a while. Truth will be exalted in due process.’
‘I think I need a drink of Sprite,’ said Jacob. He left the lounge room of Abraham’s abode in Beershaba Omega, and went off to the kitchen to get a drink of lemonade. Abraham sat down at the piano, tinkered a tune, and sat there looking into space. It was good to be alive in Zionistya. A haven of the soul which the Lord had provided for his family.’
The End