The Resurrection

Mary took my hand and we walked inconspicuously down the rocky hillside past those who were seeking to lay hands on me. They didn’t recognize us as we strolled right past them in the dark of night.

They used their sticks of fire to look everywhere in the forest and we giggled as we slipped right under their noses.

“Remember this Thomas—fear is the root of all evil—never fear or they will capture you,” she warned. “Place your trust in Him and fear nothing, for he is with you always.”

“Where are we going to go, Mary?” I asked.

“I am going to Egypt, to the land of our fathers, do you want to come there with me?” she suggested.

“Where has everyone else gone? I haven’t seen any of his brothers since the day they crucified Him. He said he’s coming back soon Mary, I want to wait for him here in Jerusalem.”

“They have all scattered, Thomas. Remember what he told us would happen. I want to tell you something, a secret I haven’t told anyone else—I am with His child.”

“His child?” I asked. “But he told me I was the one who would carry his child.”

Mary looked at me with sadness in her eyes. She believed I misunderstood his words.

“That’s not what he meant,” she said while pulling me down into the grass on top of her. She pulled herself apart with her dirty fingers, grabbed me from my behind and pulled me inside her.

I saw small blue and gold lights encircle us as I began to ride the rhythm of her thrust from beneath me.

My legs were shaking as I pulled her from the ground as she sat on me. I pulled her into my manhood and showed her the things the lord had shown me.

“I am his Beloved!” I exclaimed while taking it from her warm caress and placed it in her other womb while she cried, “Yes, my Lord!”