Jeshua was frankly a little down; he had known from birth that his was a special calling, that his birth was supernatural, and that he had a divine imperative to be good, perfect in fact, but today it was all a bit too much.
A familiar voice spoke in his head, “What is the matter, Jeshua?”
“Abba, you know what the matter is, you know all things.”
“I know I do, but I like you to talk to me, so tell me what the matter is.”
“Well,” began Jeshua, “there is this boy at schul, Aaron is his name, and he picks on me all the time, I suppose because I am little and not very good at games; I so badly want to smite him dead, but I know I mustn't.”
His Father smiled sadly from his omnipresent viewpoint, and said, “Listen, I know it's tough, but your calling is so very important, so you must resist. I will send Gabriel to minister to you.”
Jeshua sighed.
“Uhm, Abba?”
“Yes, my Son?”
“What does minister mean?”
(I have always wondered what it would have been like for Jesus as a boy, and whether he had any powers, or whether these came with the Spirit at his baptism.)
