JOSHUA THE SPY: BOOK ONE

Introduction

Introduction

It was a time God had finally decided upon leaving humans be, and casting a blind eye upon their transgressions. His son, Jesus Christ’s crucifixion on the cross of Calvary to shed his blood and cleanse humanity of their sins had come to nothing but an act not appreciated by men, and it saddened God beyond expressions.

He had finally decided upon letting them defend and cater for themselves, without his intervention and guidance as he had so always done, since they couldn’t tear themselves away from the lust their flesh brought them, and the sins humanity drowned in without a care in the world for what was wrong or what was right.

It was an era where injustice, murder, adultery, fornication, deceit and every other fruit of the devil and its seeds aired more than oxygen itself between the humans, rendering them impossible to pity, or even worthy of his love and compassion. Men and women did as they pleased, and taught their children in ways that differed from his preaching and words.

It was a difficult task to decide upon, but He finally chose to and turned his back on them.

For the first time, God finally decided to leave the world in the hands of the humans threatening to bring about their doom. His ears will remain deaf to them, and his eyes will cast no sight upon their actions, for they sore them and brought him nothing but ache towards his creations.

His decision to let humans into thousands of years of seclusions from him, left them to rampage towards doom and disobedience. However, he permitted his angels into the world of men, on occasions to perform miracles and to enable the heart of men to know still there is a presence more significant than any other up above; that He is still reigning and there was and will always be God.

Amongst the select group of angels chosen to mediate between his presence and existence with the humans was Satan whom God bestowed with the sole responsibility, dominion and power to rule over the corrupt world, like Satan had become, as a means of punishing those who still chose to ignore His words and existence.

Satan's job was to bring with him, enough affliction, pain, atrocities and every wormy experience he could bestow upon the sinners who defied God's words and desires. His task was one he was mandated to take seriously and not hold back, provided the stubborn heart of men remained stone hard and without repentance.

God kept tabs on things going on, while he kept his distance from men though, through constant feedback from his angels to ascertain whether or not the heart of men had turned around to him, but on numerous occasions, the reports of their defiance and sinful nature only seemed worse than it had been before. They weren't repentant, and couldn't stop themselves from drowning in immoral acts.

God himself, through these reports, had begun conceding the thoughts of laying waste to the entire world and destroying every creation in it as he did in Sodom and Gomorrah after their wrong ways had prompted him to bring an end to their existence with a lift of just His finger.

It was a decision he knew would bring him nothing but heartache should he go ahead to do it, but would be justified should it eventually come to be. A plan was in place — his decision final. His angels brought back some good news.

"Dear God, we believe there are some humans down there who still hold you in great regard, pray, worship and cherish you," Angel Gabriel reported with a bow before his throne after a journey to earth one day. "I believe there could be hope for them my Lord."

God gave it some serious thought, wondering how accurate those men's hearts could be. God decided he needed to see for himself through his son's eyes. He wanted to know what the heart of men held and what they were doing.

"Call me my son," he ordered, sending for the one person he could trust with the job.

He waited not long enough before the young frame walked into the large hall where his Father sat upon his mighty throne. His long brown hair shone in the presence of his holy light, while his manicured beard provided his face enough handsomeness impossible to match by any other. He walked towards his Father with his hand strengthened by the long, wooden acacia walking cane in his left hand, and his loyal angel, Michael on his right as they shortened the distance between himself and God in the mighty room.

He donned his brown shroud and hooded head cover, with the amulet given to him upon his birth, of him as a child sitting on his mother's legs, perfectly ringed around his neck. The amulet, made of bronze and approximately two inches and 5 cm in size, shaped in an octagon had on one side, a relief of when he was a child, and bearing, on the other hand, another of Angel Michael wielding his sword and slaying Satan himself.

The gift, which was from the three kings who had visited him upon his birth, and were now surrounding him, they had presented to commemorate his birth and offer protection, shone in beauty as he journeyed forward to his father.

"I hear you've called upon me my father?" God's son asked with a bow

"Yes, I have something important I need of you my dear son," God responded, standing up from his throne to meet eye to eye with his son. "I need you to go down to earth, and confirm if the heart of men is still true and just to my name," he asked of his son with his hands on his shoulders.

"But father, I'm not to appear until the end time as the book of Revelations stated," he reminded his father with a curious look across his face.

God smiled from the corner of his lips before responding.

"I know son, which is why they must never know who you truly are, and you will take another name. Like the 12 spies Moses used, you will be mine and report your findings to me," God explained to his son.

He knew he couldn't disobey his father, and he alone could get the job done without compromise. He had been amidst men and had seen firsthand what they were, but now he had to go back once again, but not as whom he was. He thought of the best outfit to suit his age and look, being 34 years of age.

"I shall take my leave immediately," God's son spoke in assurance, turning around to prepare for the mission his father had bestowed upon him.

He set out shortly after, with a perfect disguise, in blue jeans, a white shirt laced with blue and white fringes called a tzitzit. He knew the humans expected his coming as stated by the book of Revelations about the end time, but none of them knew when.

To the modern world, he was known as Jesus, and some who prefer to call him by his biblical name, Yeshua (עושי), Yahshua, Yahushua, Yehovah, among other titles. Upon his death, where he was crucified, above him, a wooden plaque was nailed to the wood just a few inches above his head, which was also his burial headstone, and had read INRI short for the Latin phrase of Jesus Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum,' meaning 'Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.