Help us, O God who saves us, for the glory of your name, deliver us and forgive our sins for your name's sake. —The Bible's Psalms

This was not the first time, when Stepan was still in Strang Jacob, he often came to this bright and magnificent sanctuary in the restless sleep of the night and the trance of the day, but it was not until much later that he realized that this was not an earthly temple built by men—he had visited the earthly sanctuary, the one built by Solomon on Mount Moriah, although only ruins remain, but one can find its mark and traces in the Bible—three thousand six hundred overseers, seventy thousand thousand, who were responsible for carrying the poles, Eighty thousand men were responsible for the hewing of the stones, and David the father of Solomon prepared for it as much gold, silver, brass, and iron as the hewn rock, and vessels made of them, as much agate, precious stones, and colored stones as the gravel of the river; And fifty thousand pounds of gold and a hundred thousand pounds of silver for the craftsmen to wrap the door frame of olive wood, and the door of cedar wood, and to stick it on the wall of the sanctuary.

The Holy of Holies had the ark of the covenant and the mercy seat, and the sanctuary had a candlestick of gold, and bowls, and tables, and incense cakes, and showbread, and the outer court had a bronze altar and a baptistery.

Well, but it had been looted by the Babylonians three times in a row and burned down, and the second temple was demolished by the Romans in search of the gold that had melted in the cracks of the stone, as prophesied by Jesus Christ, "not a stone remains."

He was an ignorant child, with the Bible in his hand, but in his heart there was only the false god of the earth, who he considered to be punished, dirty, unclean, and all but Strong Jacob was the devil and the beast—a pious truck driver half-forcibly took him to a chapel and handed him over to the priest, his baptist and mentor, where he was re-baptized. Education and guidance – but even then, it was only six years before he was able to admit that the saint Jared was not the father on earth, that he was only a mortal man, and that he was harassed by the devil. His feet stood on the ground, and he had stretched half out into the purgatory of misery.

It was only in the seventh year that he described to the father-like priest what he had dreamed of as a child's imagination based on a single word of the Bible, and that when he was a child, he had told his "teacher" about it in exchange for a good beating, and three days of vigil and fasting, to put it simply, no food and no bed. There are only clear water and seventy-two hours of prayer. Since then, he has locked his "fantasies" or dreams firmly in his heart, keeping his mouth shut and saying nothing to anyone.

Unlike Strong's teacher, the priest believed him – Stefan described to him as warm as the sun. A staircase as transparent as air and as bright as gold; They were held up by pillars of jade and pearl, white and immaculate than alabaster. The staircase with no end in sight stretched upwards into the void of light, with no railings on either side of the staircase, and beyond the staircase was a whirlpool that seemed to engulf the entire world.

It was something he dreamed of for the first time. Then the dream lasted for years.

"Is it constant?" The priest patiently listened to Stephen, who was already an adult at the time, to finish in a staccato and disorganized manner before asking.

Stefan was silent for a moment, for he didn't know whether to say it or not, and he kept track of the number of dreams in the inner pages of the little black Bible he carried with him, which seemed to others to be just a pattern. The mediocre black dots, even if they recognize that they are not part of the decoration of the book, will only regard it as a boy's boring act. He showed the priest the little Bible, which had more than a hundred black dots, and the appearance of dreams was irregular. When he was a child, it was only about once a year, but as he got older, the number of dreams became more frequent.

At first he just wandered repeatedly at the end of the stairs, and the second time he tried to climb up, the stairs were so smooth that there was no place to grip, and he was still a child, and it was only natural that even in his dreams, he fell.

The feeling of falling was terrible, but when he dreamed of the staircase again, the boy who was Harry at that time did not hesitate to climb up again with his hands and feet—he felt the call, a call that no one could disobey, and no one could disobey—he did not stop, and the clean, fragrant water poured down from the sky, soothing his thirsty soul and body, flowers blooming in the air, and sacred music and hymns were played in the distance, than * and myrrh, the more heart-warming breath embraced him as tenderly as a mother's womb.

He fell again and again, but on the night he was rebaptized he finally climbed to the top, and at the other end of the platform on which almost a man could stand, was a great arch, more beautiful than all the doors he had ever seen before, strong and wide, tall.

The door was shut.

He stood on the platform, and it was only about the blink of an eye that the platform disappeared and he fell.

In the years that followed, he tried to push open the door, but the door kept him out, was that telling him that he could not be forgiven and could not enter the heavenly temple of the Lord because of his previous sins?

"I don't think so," the priest looked at him gently, with a little reproach, "the Lord of glory does not bring His wisdom and revelation upon a sinner—He has called you for a reason." ”

That night, the staircase appeared in front of Stefan again, and he climbed upward, faster and more steady than ever, and as he stood in front of the door, "Leave my work to me!" From the bottom of his heart, he shouted, "I will finish it!" ”

The giant door suddenly opened.

He saw pools of silver, too large to see the edges, and the water in them was as clear as if it had never existed; There are also bronze altars on which angels can fill them with all that is edible for humans; Further in, he saw the pure gold candlestick, with six branches on each side, shaped like flowers, and scissors, and flower plates, and the sacrificial table, with the * and myrrh, all of pure gold, and behind the sacrificial table and the lampstand were two olive trees with emerald leaves, and a curtain of white clouds. Covered by a modest cabinet made of wood, with gold rings hanging from the corners, above it. There is a pair of angels, face to face with their wings covering the mercy seat.

Stefan immediately understood what a noble and glorious place he had been fortunate to be, and he fell on his knees and kissed the ground with his lips.

He fell on his knees, sincerely, not tired, nor hungry, and all the pain of the world had gone from him—until a small hoof appeared before his eyes, and Stefan looked up in surprise and saw a pair of curious eyes. Then he saw the thin, circled, curly hairs of the same color as the first rays of the sun, two small horns on their heads that had just emerged, and a little short tail that flicked around.

Hoarse. It was a mischievous little thing, and before Stefan could figure out what was going on, it was doing nonsense in this sacred temple, and it snapped away, jumped onto the sacrificial table, sniffed, and sniffed several times in a row. Throwing the precious spices everywhere, he smashed the dense leaves of the olive tree with the pair of horns that had just grown out of his head, and jumped into the silver pool, and then jumped out and rolled in the curtain several times wet, and Stefan was just trying to catch it. It overturned the wooden cabinet with its head, and the door of the cabinet opened, and the jar of gold gurgled and rolled away, and the white seeds contained in it scattered to the ground—two slabs of stone were dangerously taken into Stephen's arms, and he could not stand up. Then I saw that the bold little lamb was sniffing the budding cane, and seemed very interested in tasting the sprouts on it.

Stefan let out a scream of frustration, and almost immediately, he woke up.

For the next few days, he seemed a little absent-minded, and he noticed that the priest was paying attention to him with concern, but he really didn't know what to say—to say a blasphemous word, was it really a revelation from the Lord? There's a lamb wreaking havoc in his temple, and he needs someone to catch it?

Then for two days he returned to the temple, which did not seem to have been ransacked by a demonic lamb, or had been restored—he did not know, he only knew that if he stayed a little longer, the lamb would come out and make trouble with him.

Little Lamb seemed to see his chase and shouting as a game of fun, and if it were a person, Stefan would surely be able to hear his laughter.

Stefan's hard work continued until he graduated from seminary, and he said nothing about the war between him and the lamb, including the priest, what do you teach him to say...... Oh, I have received a revelation from the Lord of glory to drive a promiscuous little lamb out of his temple?

Pushing open the large but light door again, to Stefan's surprise, the little devil was standing quietly in front of the altar, as if waiting for him—he looked around in alarm, the lampstand was fine, the spices on the table were good, the ark of the covenant and the curtain were all right...... Everything is fine.

His heart was filled with joy, "You have changed at last," he said earnestly to the lamb, as if to a man: "May my Lord bless you—I think he will forgive you, if you don't do all the evil things again...... and he said happily, "He will forgive you, though you cannot repent or pray, but if you are willing to do good...... He can see it. ”

The lamb looked up at him, he had known for a long time that the lamb had beautiful eyes, but only today he could see their shape and color, they were like a pair of almonds, covered with light golden eyelashes, and the iris was a deep cobalt blue, like the depths of a great lake, with a green light.

It screamed, and it was the first time it had made a cry, and it hadn't even screamed before it had been grabbed by its tail and plucked two plucked by an angry Stephan—it was a mournful, solemn cry.

Stefan knew that his description was ridiculous, and even in his sleep, the sound of a lamb was soft and tender, but he could hear it.

The lamb lifted one of its hooves and tapped on the smooth ground.

The ground cracked, and a voice thundered, saying, "Come!" "A white horse jumped out of the crack, carrying a knight with a bow and a crown.

(To be continued)

Well, the miscalculation - I am sorry that it has been delayed until now...... Bowing, these chapters are excessive, and you have to explain a little thing, so it's a bit difficult to write, please forgive me, adults!