Regeneration

It is Palm Sunday. The day the Lord rode into his city. Knowing what he knew, he could still go through with it. There must have been some sense of unreality about the whole thing, as to how much control he had over the situation.

I have returned after a long while. I am, yet I am not. There is a certain familiarity, but it is distant, there is a barrier. Who or what I now am will make an interesting road of discovery.

Lucifer, I was not. Dead or asleep, it made little difference. Why was I woken? The answer to that I believe will be long in coming. But first I need to know, was the waking deliberate or accidental?

How will I find answer to that?