Anubis Bows Before Jesus

The throne room of eternity stood silent. Columns of light stretched beyond sight while countless books lay open before the throne of Jesus Christ. A lone figure emerged from the shadows. A jackal-headed being clothed in black and gold, Anubis, the ancient Egyptian god of the dead, worshipped for thousands of years as the guide of souls and the weigher of hearts. But today, he was not the judge. He was the one standing before the true judge. Anubis. So, this is the throne they whispered about. The throne above every throne. Every throne built by men eventually falls. Only mine remains forever. I have watched empires rise. Kings buried beneath pyramids. Pharaohs carried into darkness. Generations feared my name. They feared death, and you became its symbol. I guided souls. I watched hearts weighed against truth. I preserved order. Did you, or did mankind create you in its search for answers? You were honored with temples. Priests offered sacrifices in your name. They prayed to you instead of seeking their creator. I did not command every hand that built an altar. Humans desired someone they could see. Someone they could understand. Yet they bowed, and the truth was buried beneath myths. Their hearts longed for justice. They believed I could deliver it. Justice belongs to God alone. No idol, no image, no spirit imagined by man can replace him. Justice belongs to God alone. No idol, no image, no spirit imagined by man can replace him. Look, thousands devoted their lives to you. Children were taught your stories. Kings trusted you with eternity. They believed. Belief alone does not create truth. Did you ever breathe life into a single soul? No. Did you create the stars? No. Did you forgive even one sin? No. Then why were you worshipped? Because humanity feared death, and fear makes people seek certainty. Fear without truth leads many astray. Mistold before Egypt raised its first pyramid, before the Nile witnessed its first kingdom, I am. Before your name was carved into stone, I spoke the universe into existence. Then why did you allow them to worship me? I gave humanity freedom. Again and again I sent truth. Again and again they chose idols. And yet, millions remembered my name, even after kingdoms fell. Earthly remembrance is not eternal life. Tell me, Anubis, where are those who trusted in you now? You watched countless funerals, but did you ever conquer death? No. I entered death willingly and rose again. Death could not hold me. This is only the beginning. The books have not yet revealed everything. The truth behind every altar, every prayer, every soul is about to be uncovered. Anubis had stood as the mythical guardian of the dead. Now he stood before the The who holds the keys of death and life, and the greatest revelation had yet to come. The silence became unbearable. The books of judgment remained open. The one who created eternity looked upon the one whom nations once believed ruled the dead. Now, every claim would be tested by truth. Anubis, you said humanity sought certainty. Tell me, where did you lead them? To what they believed awaited them. I became their symbol of hope beyond the grave. Hope built on error cannot save. Generation after generation, my creation exchanged the creator for what could neither speak nor save. I never created heaven. I never promised paradise. I was only what mankind believed I was. Yet your name stood where mine alone should have been. The visions change. Ancient temples crack. The pyramids fade into dust. Golden statues collapse. Every monument that carried Anubis’s image crumbles before the throne. Nothing remains. Everything built by human hands passes away. Only my kingdom endures forever. Then why does my name still survive? Why do people still speak of me? Being remembered is not the same as possessing eternal life. Many names are written in history. Only those written in the book of life enter my kingdom. Its pages turn by themselves. Anubis watches. His name is nowhere to be found. No. You weighed imaginary hearts. Today, your own claims have been weighed. For the first time, the ancient guardian of tombs bows before the king of kings. Then all those centuries, all those temples, all those prayers, they could never give life. Life has always been found in me. Before Egypt, before the Nile, before the first stone of the first pyramid, I am. There has never been another throne like yours. I see the truth now. Too late. Every soul is accountable for the truth it receives. No myth, no kingdom, no power can replace the living God. The worship that belonged to God alone was given elsewhere. Truth was exchanged for falsehood. The judgment is complete.