A long time ago, in a dark era for humanity, God sent His son Jesus. He spoke of love and compassion, but the religious leaders saw Him as a threat, as they did not believe in His divinity. While Jesus and His followers were being persecuted, a crucial event took place in Magdala, a small town bathed by the breeze of the Sea of Galilee. There, among stone streets and adobe houses, He freed Mary Magdalene, a woman possessed by demons. From that moment on, she became a key figure, with a spirit as strong as the ancient prophets.
Despite finding true love, one of His disciples, Judas Iscariot, betrayed Him in the shadows of a moonlit garden. The crucifixion of Jesus, under a darkened sky and amid thunder, was a heart-wrenching moment. But on the third day, the rocks trembled, and light emerged from the tomb: Jesus had risen, bringing with Him redemption. Mary Magdalene and the apostles, still caught between fear and confusion, were pillars in the birth of Christianity. Yet the path remained tortuous; the religious leaders, blinded by power, continued killing Christians to silence the faith that burned like hidden fire in catacombs.
Amid so much adversity, Jesus' hope rested in His daughter, the princess of heaven.
Despite His sorrow at seeing humanity choose the path to hell, Jesus began to lose the desire for redemption. His daughter, Sara Kosmos Gi Magdalena, was a celestial figure. Though she was 2,000 years old, she appeared to be a young woman of twenty. Her white dress with golden lines flowed like liquid light; her sky-blue eyes sparkled like the dawn, and her white hair, soft as wool, fell in waves over her shoulders. A necklace adorned her neck: two silver wings joined at the center, a symbol of hope and purity.
Jesus' resurrection had passed millennia ago, and now it was the year 2025 on Earth. People lived with technology, TVs, cell phones, AI, tablets, etc.
From the heights of heaven, Sara watched with sorrow as Christians fell into the shadows, persecuted in alleys and squares. The pain was deep, but her desire to redeem humanity was even stronger.
—Don't worry, Dad. I'm sure you'd be proud —she told herself, seeking comfort in the celestial silence.
At that moment, the archangel Michael approached her. The air around him grew warm and golden, as if dawn itself had descended with him.
—Sara —he said gently, his voice echoing like distant bells.
—Oh, you heard everything —she replied, blushing.
—I was only at the door —Michael answered with a smile.
—Remembering my family's story brings me peace in the face of so much death among Christians —Sara reflected, her voice trembling.
—Are you sure you want to descend and redeem humanity? —Michael asked, his eyes filled with sincere concern.
—Yes, I'm ready —Sara answered with determination.
With God's permission, Michael raised his celestial sword and tore the air, opening a portal of radiant light. On the other side, Jerusalem emerged, shining under the midday sun. It was a living city, with narrow alleys, spiced aromas, and voices mixing in the market's hustle.
Sara gave a firm look of farewell, stepped through the portal unnoticed, and found herself in a vibrant world. The city welcomed her with birdsong, the smell of freshly baked bread, and the sounds of vendors offering everything from dyed fabrics to sweet figs. Around her, life pulsed between limestone walls and trees that danced to the rhythm of the wind.
As she walked, she saw a boy sitting under the shade of a palm tree, drinking orange juice from a clay jug.
—Hello, what's your name? —Sara asked kindly, approaching.
The young man, stunned by her beauty, accidentally spat out some of his juice.
—My name is Samuel. And you? —he responded, blushing and a bit clumsy.
—I'm Sara Kosmos Gi Magdalena, daughter of Jesus —she said with a warm smile that lit up her face.
—Wow, what a beautiful name. Where are you from? —Samuel asked, frowning with curiosity.
—I come from heaven. I'm the daughter of Jesus, Son of God, and I've come to redeem this city of Jerusalem —she explained with a confident voice.
Samuel, alarmed, quickly placed his hand over her mouth upon seeing two guards approaching, dressed in dark tunics and carrying bronze spears. Their footsteps echoed like warnings across the cobblestones.
—Shh! Don't talk about that here —Samuel whispered, looking around nervously.
—Where do you live? —he asked quickly and quietly.
Sara pointed to a nearby three-story house, painted moss green and earthy brown, with six windows adorned with flower pots.
—That's my house —she said calmly.
Samuel took her by the arm and led her quickly through less crowded alleys until they reached the door.
—Never say the name of Jesus in public. It's dangerous. If you do, they'll arrest you or worse —Samuel warned, now calmer but still tense.
—I know, but I want to help these people —Sara replied, a firm spark in her eyes.
—You have to be careful. The high priest Kelvin, a descendant of Caiaphas, hates Christians. He hunts them like criminals —Samuel commented with sadness.
—I understand. Are you a Christian? —Sara asked, tilting her head.
—Yes… that's why I have to hide —Samuel said, lowering his voice.
—Don't worry, Samuel. I'm going to change this —she assured him, with a gaze full of conviction. —It's late now, so let's get some rest.
Sara retreated to her room. As she closed her eyes, a gentle breeze entered through the window, swaying the linen curtains. She felt ready. Her mission was just beginning, and in her heart burned the eternal flame of love for her father: Jesus Kosmos Gi Lámpsis, the true Son of God.