This week was amazing. I was swamped and lived class by class but at the end of it all...I am only a tiny bit behind which is on my schedule to make up today!
Creative Writing is officially my favorite class! I love the instruction of being taught how to write. Soon I must begin putting it all into practice in the form of a short story : )
I am enjoying my one class with Dr. Gentry. Yes, I love that class also.
The Super Bowl is in one week!! Yeah! Oh, if anyone is driving north from Columbia coming weekend, please let me know!
Well...the day has passed and while reading Ethics I thought of this story. So, please read and enjoy! While you are doing that...I will be watching The Sound of Music and saying "I've been there!"
The Visited Planet by J.B. Phillips
Once  upon a time a very young angel was being shown round the splendours and  glories of the                            universes by a senior and experienced angel.  To tell the truth, the little angel was beginning to be tired and a  little bored.                            He had been shown whirling galaxies and  blazing suns, infinite distances in the deathly cold of inter-stellar  space, and to                            his mind there seemed to be an awful lot of  it all. Finally he was shown the galaxy of which our planetary system is  but a                            small part. As the two of them drew near to  the star which we call our sun and to its circling planets, the senior  angel pointed                            to a small and rather insignificant sphere  turning very slowly on its axis. It looked as dull as a dirty  tennis-ball to the                            little angel, whose mind was filled with the  size and glory of what he had seen. 
                           "I want you to watch that one particularly," said the senior angel, pointing with his finger.                            
                           "Well, it looks very small and rather dirty to me," said the little angel. "What's special about that one?" 
                           "That," replied his senior solemnly, "is the Visited Planet." 
                           "Visited?" said the little one. "you don't mean visited by --------?
                           "Indeed I do. That ball, which I have no doubt looks to you small and insignificant and not perhaps overclean, has been                            visited by our young Prince of Glory." And at these words he bowed his head reverently. 
                           "But  how?" queried the younger one. "Do you mean that our great and glorious  Prince, with all these wonders and splendours                            of His Creation, and millions more that I'm  sure I haven't seen yet, went down in Person to this fifth-rate little  ball? Why                            should He do a thing like that?" 
                           "It  isn't for us," said his senior a little stiffly, "to question His  'why's', except that I must point out to you that                            He is not impressed by size and numbers, as  you seem to be. But that He really went I know, and all of us in Heaven  who know                            anything know that. As to why He became one  of them - how else do you suppose could He visit them?" 
                           The little angels face wrinkled in disgust. 
                           "Do you mean to tell me," he said, "that He stooped so low as to become one of those creeping, crawling creatures of that                            floating ball?" 
                           "I do, and I don't think He would like you to call them 'creeping, crawling creatures' in that tone of voice. For, strange                            as it may seem to us, He loves them. He went down to visit them to lift them up to become like Him." 
                           The little angel looked blank. Such a thought was almost beyond his comprehension. 
                           "Close your eyes for a moment," said the senior angel, "and we will go back in what they call Time." 
                           While the little angels eyes were closed and the two of them moved nearer to the spinning ball, it stopped its spinning,                            spun backwards quite fast for a while, and then slowly resumed its usual rotation. 
                           "Now look!" And as the little angel did as he was told, there appeared here and there on the dull surface of the globe                            little flashes of light, some merely momentary and some persisting for quite a time. 
                           "Well, what am I seeing now?" queried the little angel. 
                           "You  are watching this little world as it was some thousands of years ago,"  returned his companion. "Every flash and glow                            of light that you see is something of the  Father's knowledge and wisdom breaking into the minds and hearts of  people who live                            upon the earth. Not many people, you see, can  hear His Voice or understand what He says, even though He is speaking  gently                            and quietly to them all the time." 
                           "Why are they so blind and deaf and stupid?" asked the junior angel rather crossly. 
                           "It  is not for us to judge them. We who live in the Splendour have no idea  what it is like to live in the dark. We hear                            the music and the Voice like the sound of  many waters every day of over lives, but to them - well, there is much  darkness                            and much noise and much distraction upon the  earth. Only a few who are quiet and humble and wise hear His Voice. But  watch,                            for in a moment you will see something truly  wonderful." 
                           The Earth went on turning and circling round the sun, and then quite suddenly, in the upper half of the globe, there appeared                            a light, tiny but so bright in its intensity that both the angels hid their eyes. 
                           "I think I can guess," said the little angel in a low voice. "That was the Visit, wasn't it?" 
                           "Yes, that was the Visit. The Light Himself went down there and lived among them; but in a moment, and you will be able                            to tell that even with your eyes closed, the light will go out." 
                           "But why? Could He not bear their darkness and stupidity? Did He have to return here?" 
                           "No,  it wasn't that" returned the senior angel. His voice was stern and sad.  "They failed to recognise Him for Who He was                            - or at least only a handful knew Him. For  the most part they preferred their darkness to His Light, and in the end  they killed                            Him." 
                           "The fools, the crazy fools! They don't deserve ----" 
                           "Neither  you nor I, nor any other angel, knows why they were so foolish and so  wicked. Nor can we say what they deserve                            or don't deserve. But the fact remains, they  killed our Prince of Glory while He was Man amongst them." 
                           "And that I suppose was the end? I see the whole Earth has gone black and dark. All right, I won't judge them, but surely                            that is all they could expect?" 
                           "Wait, we are still far from the end of the story of the Visited Planet. Watch now, but be ready to cover your eyes again."                            
                           In utter blackness the earth turned round three times, and then there blazed with unbearable radiance a point of light.                            
                           "What now?" asked the little angel, shielding his eyes. 
                           "They  killed Him all right, but He conquered death. The thing most of them  dread and fear all their lives He broke and                            conquered. He rose again, and a few of them  saw Him and from then on became His utterly devoted slaves." 
                           "Thank God for that," said the little angel. 
                           "Amen. Open your eyes now, the dazzling light has gone. The Prince has returned to His Home of Light. But watch the Earth                            now." 
                           As  they looked, in place of the dazzling light there was a bright glow  which throbbed and pulsated. And then as the Earth                            turned many times little points of light  spread out. A few flickered and died; but for the most part the lights  burned steadily,                            and as they continued to watch, in many parts  of the globe there was a glow over many areas. 
                           "You see what is happening?" asked the senior angel. "The bright glow is the company of loyal men and women He left behind,                            and with His help they spread the glow and now lights begin to shine all over the Earth." 
                           "Yes, yes," said the little angel impatiently, "but how does it end? Will the little lights join up with each other? Will                            it all be light, as it is in Heaven?" 
                           His  senior shook his head. "We simply do not know," he replied. "It is in  the Father's hands. Sometimes it is agony to                            watch and sometimes it is joy unspeakable.  The end is not yet. But now I am sure you can see why this little ball  is so important.                            He has visited it; He is working out His Plan  upon it." 
                           "Yes, I see, though I don't understand. I shall never forget that this is the Visited Planet." 
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