Tag : end-of-days
Tag : end-of-days
*A blog written by a character who appears in the novel The Wayfarers: Revised Edition. Read the book in Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, or paperback, and you’ll discover who this enterprising and beguiling man is.
The world is mine. What I say is so, because I am the leader you have waited for! I bring peace and prosperity, and a new world vision. We are one, people – I said we are one! Repeat after me: WE – ARE – ONE!
Christian bigotry will not be tolerated, and the Bible is outlawed. Beyond that, there will be no more religious intolerance because you all worship the same spirit of the same god. You might call him Allah, but that is not quite right. You might call him Buddha, but that isn’t accurate. But whatever you do, do not mention the name of Jesus in my presence, or you will meet the death kiss of my wrath! And true, we are one world, but I had better not hear of any FM stations playing that insipid former MTV staple We Are the World. That song is worse than the drivel that was played on K-LOVE before I had that “positive and encouraging” rubbish taken off the air!
I am suave, sophisticated, devilishly handsome and possessed of acute intelligence. I am an economic mastermind and a peacemaker extraordinaire. I have all the answers to the world’s problems because simply put, I am the answer! Ah, pardon my sarcasm, but do those statements smack of a lack of humility?
America is no longer a superpower, but instead a part of the North American Union; which is one of my 10 kingdoms. Yes, the world is now a better place because we are one, WE – ARE – ONE!
Now that those Jesus freaks were taken away by our friends from a distant planet – to whom we owe a debt of gratitude – we can be one government, one religion, one economy, and one world united in peace!
Repeat after me, WE – ARE – ONE!
This is far too easy. I have the world in the palm of my hand, and when I say jump you all should ask “how high?” And ah, yes, it seems like the citizens of the erstwhile U.S.A. are the most Pavlovian of all you dogs!
Bow before me, because I am the king of the world, and I am the solution to all the world’s problems.
*A blog written by a character who appears in the novel The Wayfarers: Revised Edition. Read the book in Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, or paperback, and you’ll discover who this fine young chap is.
I’ve been called the Young One with Wisdom Beyond His Years, and I guess you could say I’m not one of your stereotypical millennials. Wisdom is wasted on the old, and youth is wasted on the young, right? Yeah, I am the youngest of this group of wayfarers, but am I the smartest? Well, I do know a thing or two about a thing or three!
I can get you free Wi-Fi even when it’s not free…that is as long as the internet is up and running. I’ve got the latest cutting-edge electronic communication devices and if you don’t have them you are either old or just plain old-fashioned. Of course, cell towers have to be providing non-compromised signals for these tech toys to work! What if suddenly, all cell and internet service went down, like there was a kill switch? You’d have a hard time functioning, or should I say bro, you won’t be able to function!
So, here I am walking down some snow-covered path with three of my best pals. We’re heading west because my good friend in the orange knit hat says that is the direction we must go – and he seems to know more about the situation – even though I am the young one with wisdom!
Now, there is some woman walking with us and I’m still trying to figure out where she came from, and why we’re even here in the first place! Bro, it’s cold and not only that, I was supposed to go Christmas shopping this evening! But, I’m wondering if the stores are even open now because some really freaky stuff is going on and I’m a little scared I’ve gotta admit. Yeah, something bad and freaky started going down this afternoon, and I’ll bet a lot of plans for a lot have people have been changed.
I’ve got my backpack on and I’m prepared for the worst. Somehow I can’t help but think that it’s going to be a long, cold night out here walking to wherever it is we’re going. Man, I’m getting tired just thinking about it, and why won’t my data plan work? What the…
*A blog co-written by a pair of characters who appears in the novel The Wayfarers: Revised Edition. Read the book in Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, or paperback, and you’ll discover who they are.
The wolf is out there and it’s tailing you; whether you’ve come to grips with that fact or merely live in blissful denial…
Not all wolves are evil; just the one that lurks in the shadows of your life. He’s out of sight; hidden in the self-induced blindness of your deliberately-narrowed periphery. You can’t drink him away, drug him away, eat him away, or wish him away. Friend, the wolf will devour you if you fail to take substantive action against him.
You feel his presence, surely enough. In your spirit he arouses those feelings of anxiety, agitation, impatience, discomfort, and fear. But you fail to deal with the wolf – you merely take out your disquiet on everyone around you. Indeed, your aggression is displaced because you know that it won’t defeat the Wolf. To the contrary, your anger, pain, and boastfulness only fuel and feed the wolf and further strengthen his flexible haunches so as to explode onto you and defeat you!
So, go ahead…live in private denial and blame everyone else for your public pain. Take it out on those around you and let your therapist tell you that it’s “completely normal.” Have a few more drinks and boast about how many you can put away. Waste more money on lottery tickets – with the hope that this time you’ll “hit the big one.” But what would you do with the money? If I were a gambler, I’d bet a dollar to a donut that you’d blow your big winnings on Wolf Chow. Yeah, you’d have more money to allow that beast to eat better!
Friend, you must deal with and eliminate the wolf, or he will devour you.
*A blog written by a character who appears in the novel The Wayfarers: Revised Edition. Read the book in Kindle or paperback, and you’ll discover who he his.
We longed for crackling fires below the hearth in which to kneel before to warm our hands. We could almost hear the sound of Ode to Joy being played on the violin by a beautiful young lady so dearly loved by one of us.
Christmas is the celebration of the birth of our Lord. We didn’t know in fact what time of year He was born, but as always we celebrated it during December. But, this December will be emblazoned on our hearts and souls for eternity.
While we walked we prayed and dreamed. America had been critically wounded, and those in power who could have held up a shield of protection chose not to. No, they let it come to be the fulfillment of evil, lustful desires. But, it was no surprise as this would further accelerate the fulfillment of written Revelation. Yes, it came and many – too many – were forced to change.
We walked because we were led to. We walked with a man who wore an orange hat; a man who was led to lead. He was nobody special, but he was convicted, and you could say that he was directed. This man had already walked a long, long way before we joined him. What amazing stamina this man possessed!
I carried a battery-powered radio, and the reception and programming was unpredictable, because those who refused to stand in the gap and protect our freedom of speech instead took control of the airwaves. Still, we listened to what was allowed to be broadcast, and we heard Stille Nacht by Mannheim Steamroller. It touched the convicted man who led us in a manner like we’d not seen in our individual lives, and we were likewise affected. We had never known someone so profoundly affected by music. You could say that we were changed by it…
Yes, citizens, we were cold as our feet crunched through the snow down the westward path. It was a relief to be out of the tunnel and we learned never to veer from the path again. There were other paths that led into the brush, but they were traps that would leave us vulnerable to the creatures that followed a master who resembled all at once a man, a bat, and a Doberman Pinscher. It was protection from that beast that required the blood to be shed and then accepted by those who would believe the Word.
We were freezing and tired. It was a cold December night and man, like I said, we were bone tired. We dreamed of cabins, cookies, coffee, and Christmas trees. We only wanted to be home, safe and warm. Would our prayers be answered? Could our dreams came true?