Light shone all around the gates of heaven. Not a shadow could be seen, nor could hate permeate the hearts of those beneath the light. The streets of gold never grew old, and the angels flying to and fro served God. People of all colors could be seen walking the streets. Some swept the streets and some drove carriages. Some managed inns and some ran great towers, but today was a joyous day, for no one mistreated the other. The street sweeper was rewarded same amount for his work every Sunday as the owner of the large tower. The poor did not exist, and neither did the rich, for though all had different duties and roles, they were all compensated the same amount, for all worked six days 8 hours each day and served God for the sake of His glory.
Suddenly, everyone looked to the left. They saw Michael, the archangel, fly faster than usual. He created sonic booms as he traveled at the speed of light. He slowed down. And as he slowed down, he passed numerous planets teeming with life. The first planet he pass eclipsed the earth in size. Michael smiled and thought, 'Stephen's planet shines bright like usual.' Then, he passed the second planet. God made this planet smaller than earth, yet the green foliage warmed his heart. This planet belonged to the prophet Jeremiah.
And so Michael passed by the various planets with various people and groups of people. He stopped before the gates of heaven and said, "I come bearing a message from hell for the Lord God Almighty, a message from Judas Iscariot!"
The sound of worship stopped. The gates opened with a loud roar as the might of new Jerusalem flowed out into the universe creating planets and stars and life each passing second that it was open. Michael kneeled. The God with holes in his hands exited Jerusalem. He lifted Michael to his feet. He said, "Stand Michael, where have you come from, and where are you going?"
Michael said, "As commanded by the Lord God Almighty, I have traveled to and fro across hell to observe the land of eternal punishment. A deep sorrow filled my heart as I observed the chains and the fire that many have chosen. But then, I saw Judas Iscariot, the one who shared your bread; and, I saw his eyes beckon. I approached, and in his hand was a letter, for his throat was too dry to make utterance of any kind. The letter was addressed to you, the Son of God."
"Did you open it?"
Michael lifted his bowed head to Jesus and said, "Lord, you know all things. The enemy, Satan, tempted me to read it, and I would have given in like my fellow angels who sided with him many eons ago, but I heard your voice call out to me and it touched the very innermost of my being. I flew away and headed straight to you without ever turning back, not to look, and neither did I turn course."
Jesus said, "You have done well. Hand me the letter my good and faithful servant. Let your heart be troubled not a second more."
"Thank you, my Lord!"
Jesus opened the letter.