“Son?” The voice resonates throughout eternity with the intensity of a thousand thunderclaps. His shining hair reflecting colors we don’t even have names for, Jesus Christ looks to His Father, “I am here to serve Your Will.” A simple, one word command is all that is required, “Now.” Without hesitation, without words, only a grim, satisfied, knowing nod, Jesus takes up His blazing sword and makes His way to Earth. The blood flows as high as a horse’s bridle. Justice is finally served.