A friend in my country has supposed the scene that he thinks might have taken place when the Master went back. The last you and I see is the glory cloud that sweeps down out of the blue and conceals His form. And the old earth has not seen Him since, though the Book does say this: that some day He's coming back in just the same way as He went. Some of us are very strongly inclined to believe it will be exactly as the Master said, in that regard, and the time may be not so far off as some think. But have you thought of what took place on the other, the upper side, the glory side of the cloud? He's been down there a long time, over thirty years away from home; and they're fairly hungry for or a look at the blessed face of the Master again. Talking in human language, I have imagined them coming down to where they might catch the first glimpse of face and form.
The friend I speak of has imagined this: that after the first flush of feeling has spent itself, — this is the way we would talk about such things on earth — and the master is walking down the golden street, with Gabriel, talking earnestly, quietly, Gabriel says, "Master, you died for the whole world, did you not?"
"Yes." "You must have suffered very much." "Aye, Gabriel, I cannot talk about that even to you; it goes too deep." "And do they all know about it down there?" "Oh, no; just a little handful in Syria know about it thus far." "Well, Master, what is your plan? What plan have you made to tell the world that you have died for them? What arrangements have you made?" And the Master is supposed to reply, "Well, I asked Peter, and James, and John, and some more of them down there, just to go and make it the business of their lives to tell the others. And the others are to tell others, and the others yet others, and still others beyond, till the last man in the farthest reach has heard the story, and has been caught, thrilled and thralled by the power of it."