The Jar
Stewart Cliff was on Harrington Avenue, with a bottle of Gatorade that invigorated his body, he continued walking. He could see his guardian angel, Saint Cayetano, they were heading toward Lightsville. They had at least 3 more miles to go.
"We are almost there," Saint Cayetano said excitedly.
"What's so special about that jar?" he inquired.
"Well, when you see it, then, you will know." the Angel told him.
They stopped at a fountain done in Baroque Architecture, at the right part was a sculpture of a lion's head and a lock in its mouth wide open.
"You got the keys, Stewart?" Saint Cayetano asked.
"Yes, I have the seven keys right in my key pouch, which one should I get?" he queried.
"The red one," the Angel exclaimed.
Then, the Angel took the key from his hand and, masterfully, said a prayer and unlocked the door.
The ancient sanctuary was shimmering with lights. Then, Stewart saw many jars. Jars of all kinds, all sorts, and all sizes. Saint Cayetano, told him to pray for enlightenment. He had to choose one jar. He emphasized, just one.
"For what?" Stewart was curious.
The Angel explained, "it is where we will put the souls we have helped, so far. Furthermore, the Angel elaborated that, "we need them to be transported to the next realm. And, it will be invisible to the fallen angels."
"Okay, then, I will choose that one over there next to the clay jar, and behind the glass jar," Stewart stated with a tone of unwavering faith.
Saint Cayetano, smiled and was so thrilled with his decision. "Hmmmmm... wonderful!," he told his friend. Then, the Angel wrapped the jar in a cloth of white linen. He then, further instructed Stewart to close his eyes.
When Mr. Cliff opened his brown eyes, he was back on Harrington Avenue. Then, his Angel whispered, "carry on my friend!"
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