"Bud Webster - Christus Destitutus" - читать интересную книгу автора (Webster Bud)

"An impermissible one. One that concerns the entirety of humanity."

"Great. Well,― he said after a moment, “what? C'mon, I'm old and tired, and I just want to die and
have done with it. What's so important?"

"You were wrong."

"Wrong about what?"

"Your crucifixion and its consequences."

The old man's eyes opened, and he turned to focus on the other's face.

"What are you telling me, Messenger?"

The angel stared at him with cold eyes. “Are you so arrogant that you believe He turned His back on
you alone? He deserted all of us."

"I don't understand. All's right with the world, isn't it? Doesn't that mean God's in His heaven?"
"Your jest is meaningless and out of place."

"Yeah, well, you guys were never known for your sense of humor. Explain yourself."

"My statement was clear. God has abandoned His throne. There is no existing physical or metaphysical
plane that we have not searched. He went where none of us could follow."

The old man stared as the enormity of this sank in. He passed a shaking hand over his eyes.

"This ... you can't be serious. You can't have looked everywhere, not everywhere."

"We have. Our search was systematic and complete. There is no place in existence in which God can be
found. He is gone."

A look of sick horror passed over the old man's face. “When? When did He leave?"

"Is it important? He is gone."

"When, goddam it!"

"Golgotha."

"Golgotha! But ... the souls in heaven. Are they gone, too? Did he at least pull the plug and let them go?"

"He did not. The souls remain."

"But without Him, with just you there, they couldn't survive. Not and stay sane."

"They have survived. They are not ... whole."