11. The Week Foundation of Time

In the beginning of the second day of confinement in the cathedral Poppy and I enjoyed the peace and quiet of the darkness with several other angels and with the human spirits who languished behind after all the activity of Sunday.

Whenever the Holy Spirit of God appeared in the grand space which He did from time to time, and even once or twice in the form of Jesus Christ, we worshipped Him chanting Holy Holy Holy. There was a formal moment when Harilaos, the chanter-spirit, appeared with a choir of angels and other local spirits in the balcony filling the cathedral with the most beautiful sounds I had ever heard. The sanctuary was saturated with adoration. We needed neither the light of the sun nor of the chandeliers because Love so fully illuminated the space.

If the Bride of Christ manifests in part as a church building, then She is utterly devoted to Her betrothed here. I could tell that God was pleased.

When the sun rose again many of the spirits and angels dispersed. The activity shifted to the ground floor where busy little gods chatted on telephones and with each other.

Ladies in aprons filled the kitchen with aromas so delectable that I was reminded of my wish for a body. I was beginning to understand why the little gods seemed to enjoy eating so much.

To escape the frenetic activity I flew back up to the dome to think.

Once there, I began to wonder why it was so important to Jesus that I stay for one week; why not 3 days or 4? Remembering that God created the universe in a week, I thought it might have something to do with that.

Typical of her habit to disturb me, Poppy suddenly appeared.

A little more irritated by her than usual, I muttered, "Can't you ever leave me alone to think for myself?"

Saddened and offended, and without a peep Poppy turned and floated down to the altar. Feeling ashamed of my rudeness, I called her back.

"I'm sorry," I said, "it was just that I was trying to figure out why Jesus is making me stay inside here for a whole week, and you burst in on me just as an answer seemed to be coming. Do you know why I have to be here for a week since you know everything?" I asked, trying not to sound as bitter as I felt.

"No," she said, "God hasn't revealed everything to me because He knows how much fun we can have when revelations come gradually. I think He wants us to absorb knowledge in bits as the little gods sip the spirits of single malt whiskey, slowly to read the many flavors and to absorb the essence. Let's sip together and go farther faster and with much more fun." she exclaimed, "Wanna?"

Refusing to switch to cheerfulness as fast as Poppy, I replied dryly, "Okay, let's give it a try."

Jumping right in Poppy said, "Good, let's start with the big picture. The Bride's mystical year is comprised of 52 weeks, one revolution of the earth around the sun during which She experiences the passion of God and the meaning of Her own birth and life!"

Then Poppy paused to see if I could figure out what that implied. She patiently waited while I thought.

To break the silence before she did, I continued by thinking out-loud, "As the earth revolves around the sun, the Bride of Christ revolves around Her Betrothed, the Son of God. Mmmmm... but the earth revolves around the sun in a graduating spiral of time. The Bride of Christ (God) who, like Christ, is both human and divine has dominion over time ..."

Poppy enthusiastically finished my sentence by saying, "Right! So her revolution around the Son is a flat circle!"

I tried to picture the spiral of time and the flat circles. Poppy continued.

"Flattening the spiral of time means that all events happen NOW to expose the fullness of the meaning of each." she cried peering into my eyes.

I was very curious about how Poppy would take it from the 52 week year, to the week that I had to stay cooped up here.

Reading me again, she said, "Don't you see that the Bride's week repeats every week throughout the year, as if the events are continuing to happen because this is NOT a spiral, it is flat. The Bride has overcome time."

I recalled my disdain of time and matter, but now, instead of hating them I started to become intrigued by what the Bride was doing with them. Could She have pulled time out of its spiraling cycle with Her divine powers? Could she have compressed the 52 weeks into one week?

"Yes, on the spiral, no on compressing" answered Poppy. "The Bride still needs all 52 weeks to complete Her year, just as the earth needs enough time to complete its revolution around the sun. The Bride's week is the foundation for everything that occurs in the Bride's year, just like creation week is the foundation for the natural year."

Reading my confusion Poppy added, "God created the world in one week. The very first thing He made was Time. As you and I know, we existed before time and will exist after time.

With that, I tried to remember the order in which God created the world. If creation week formed the world that revolves around the sun, and the Bride's Week formed the world that revolves around the Son, then perhaps bringing them together would teach us something. Maybe it would tell me why it was so important for me to be inside the church for a week. Unfortunately, I didn't know enough about the Bride's week.

"Which is why I am here!" shouted Poppy with delight.

Besides envying the little gods for their ability to eat food and hug each other I decided to add that they could separate thoughts from spoken words and thus enjoy some privacy, and time to organize their thoughts.

Poppy and I together worked out the following comparison of the two foundational weeks of all time. Poppy explained to me that the Bride's week was also known as Holy Week.

On the very first day of Creation, Sunday, God made time by alternating light and darkness.

On Sunday, the Bride celebrates the Resurrection of Christ, Easter. She says that this is the beginning of immortality, the beginning of the end of time. I really like that! Both first days are light-filled following darkness.

On the second day, Monday, God made the sky.

The Bride asks her children to commemorate the angels on this day. I like that too! In her Holy Week, this is a Clean Monday, where like in the fresh new sky, there is no pollution at all! She asks her children not to eat anything during Holy Clean Monday. In Her church buildings, She chants to her Bridegroom Christ and so begins the Bride's revolution around The Son.

On the third day, Tuesday, God made the earth with its land and seas, and He made trees and all manner of vegetation.

The Bride's Holy Week continues on Tuesday with another Bridegroom service, and She allows her children to resume eating from the fruit tree or the vegetation that God created on this the third day.

On the fourth day, Wednesday, God made the sun and moon and stars in a brief mid-week turn of His face away from earth.

While God's face is directed away to the heavens, on Wednesday in the Bride's Holy Week, the betrayer of the Son, Judas Iscariot, initiates His crucifixion by turning Jesus over to the Jews who felt duty-bound to kill Him. In Her grief the Bride-mother anoints Her children with Holy Unction for the healing of soul and body. What else could She do? Every Wednesday is a day of sorrow over the betrayal and humanity's need for healing.

On the fifth day, Thursday, God made birds and fish.

While God fills air and sea, on Holy Thursday, Jesus Christ fills His disciples the immortalizing potion of his own Body and Blood at the Last Supper.

On the sixth day, Friday, God made animals and humans.

On Friday, in an unholy anti-birth of mankind, the incarnated Creator was killed. The Bride wails, and this cataclysmic event resounds on every Friday until time is no more. The Bride asks her children to abstain from meat to mourn the killing of Jesus Christ by refusing to indulge in eating that which was killed.

On the seventh day, He rested.

And on the seventh day the Bride asks Her holy children to rest too. This is the Sabbath.

"Well," said Poppy. "Did that help you figure it out?"

"Poppy, are all those events supposed to happen in here? Is this why I have to stay here?"

"Of course not silly, they are happening in the hearts and minds of the little gods, all the people that make up the Bride and Body of Christ."

"Then, why do I have to stay here? What day is this anyway?" I replied, trying not to moan.

Just then, Gabriel himself flew up to our perch in the dome and said, "I have come to bring you good tidings of great joy, The Lord has sent me to tell you that your week will never end because it is fixed in the cyclical NOW time of the Bride, (I gasped) but you may leave this church when the sun rises."

Poppy glanced over at me with a big grin and sparkle in her eye and said, "I'll beat you to the chanter's stand!" and then took off like a rocket.