What do you know about GOD," Jeremiah demanded.
"Quite a bit," Monica replied, "and GOD loves you."
Jeremiah snorted a laugh without humor.
"My 6 year old daughter was crucified last week," he said, "and I was forced to put the nails in her hands and feet."
"That must have been very hard for you," Monica said.
"It was hell," Jeremiah replied, "I was forced to murder my only child. They would have been so much worse."
"Your daughter was taken home to heaven," Monica said in a comforting tone.
"I wish I could let you go Monica," Jeremiah said, "but it's just not possible."
"That's okay," Monica said, "I'll be alright."
Jeremiah sighed.
"Nearly everyone in the riots get crucified," he said.
Monica's eyes widened for a moment. That was a terrible way to die. However, she knew The Father had a perfect plan and if that was part of it she would obey to the last.
"I thought I was Your Son's angel," Monica whispered to The Father.
"YOU ARE," The Father's gentle voice returned, "PART OF BEING AN ANGEL MEANS DOING GOOD FOR ALL WHO NEED THOUGH ASSIGNED OR NOT. THIS MAN HAS BEEN THROUGH MORE THAN MOST PEOPLE HAVE AND HE'S ONLY 24.
