The Throne Room. The True Center of the universes, from which the Holy One ruled and reigned, dispensing justice and retrieving mercies from ages past on into ages future. Jerry didnt know how hed gotten to this grand and terrible place. One moment he was dropping to sleeping his room. The next moment the young man found himself walking directly into what could only be Light Inapproachable.
With even with as much faith as he thought he possessed, it wasnt at all an expected afternoon.
Sitting on the Throne, surrounded by a chorus of angels and attended by seraphim was Jerrys passion: The One he loved and served with all his heart. The Lord, he worshiped. Abounding in mercy, Terrible in justice. The Spirit of Love and Truth. The only thing that could hush a singing angel was the presence of a greater worshiper, and so one by one the angels, ancient in t