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 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?
The following is a blog by Josiah “the Eel”, a character from Jacob’s Trouble, which is part three of the new release fiction book The Wayfarers Revised Edition available on Kindle, with the paperback version coming soon. Read and find out more about Josiah.
The folks in this here town always thought I was strange; even before the poop hit the fan. Ha! I knew trouble was comin’ to the U.S. of A before any ‘a them did…uh huh! Yeah, the kids ’round here they always been afraid ‘a me and I ‘spose with good reason! But, I ain’t never hurt nobody too bad; ‘cept when I wrassled for West Genesee High School in the nineteen forties, er was it the eighteen forties – ah, hell, I cain’t remember! That’s why they called me the Eel, ‘cuz I was so slippery nobody could pin me!
Two things I like are fishin’ and my Ouija board. It was my Ouija board that spelled out AMERICA’S WORST DAY TOMORROW and sure enough some baaaaad stuff came about and people was bein’ fraidy cats an’ flippin’ out!
My Ouija board tells me when the Northern Pike will be bitin’, so I go down to the Erie Canal and catch all I kin stand! I just cast out my orange Lazy Ike plug and yell “fish on” and you know what there, dummy? I git one almost every time! You cain’t catch as many Pike as me ’cause you ain’t got enough faith in the power! It’s the power that those injuns conjured up hunnerds ‘a years ago. Some folks say it’s demonic and I say “wellll….it’s done awright by me!” I catch fish and I got rid ‘a my gout, too! Hell – I don’t even gotta eat and I don’t git hungry and I still stay alive!
My wife jus’ up n’ left me. Hell, I ferget her name! Oh, she didn’t like me playin’ with my Ouija Board and readin’ books by Aleister Crowley like “Moonchild” and “777”. She said I changed after I started playing with the board. She tried to sprinkle holy water on me and was always praying with them Rosary Beads. I wouldn’t have none a’ that! She called some priest ta’ come and give me an exorcism, but I done punched him out and sent ’em packin’ with a fat lip and bloody nose! I think it was my wife that drove me loony tunes, not the devil like she says! I mean, a hard-workin’ man only has to stand so much!
I’ll tell you what, jerky – I ain’t afraid a’ the devil; no sirree! And the wolves don’t scare me none. I like feedin’ them critters cause there ain’t no one else t’ do it. I feed ’em whatever or whoever I find! Iffin’ my pension check comes late again this week, Im ‘a feedin’ the mailman to the wolves! Ha ha ha! – is that a Federal offence?
A revised edition of my novel The Wayfarers will be available in Kindle on Tuesday, September 20th, 2016. The paperback version will reach the marketplace shortly thereafter. Considering all that is taking place in the world during this American election year of 2016, this three-part fictional tale could be a most timely read. As I write this blog on Sunday, September 18th, the major news story is the explosion that injured 29 in the Chelsea section of New York City on Saturday evening. Officials are referring to this heinous event as an “intentional act” without attaching to it the more appropriate description of “terrorism.” Earlier that day, one of possibly three pipe-bomb styled devices exploded inside a trash can in Seaside Park, New Jersey, near the planned route of the Semper Fi 5k race, resulting in cancellation of the event.
These are indeed tumultuous days, and in The Wayfarers a terrible intentional act takes place in New York City. And while Hillary Clinton, Donald Trump, Barack Obama, Julian Assange, purported Russian hackers, classified e-mails, a basket of deplorables, and pneumonia are trending topics right now, The Wayfarers story includes a troubled American president who is loosely-based on one of the aforementioned first three names. These are days of terror, financial distress, cultural debasement, and imminent radical change in America, and all of these are part of The Wayfarers story. And while the previously-listed topics may weigh too heavily upon you, The Wayfarers is also a story of our one true hope, and that hope may be the book’s most prevalent theme.
I will post a purchase link here when the release is official. Thanks for reading, and God bless you.
Heavy, oh so heavy Lord,
Is this burden that I carry
It seems that at times I have been lost and alone
Driven by the unseen as a vagabond far from home
There is a tormentor seemingly everywhere
He is a tempter and a destroyer
You Lord, have called me out to something
And yet the tormentor is dismantling everything I know
I pace off the miles, cold and hungry
My soul cries for food and restoration
I am patient
I know that my faith is the substance of things hoped for
The evidence of things unseen; and yet my faith has seen testing
The evil thing paces and pants in the shadows
Bushes and briers snapping under his feet; he too is patient
As this wayfarer walks the path the evil thing who keeps pace in the brambles
Whispers lies to my cold ears as he tramples the former vastness of my earthly life
Yes, oh Lord, he destroys – as he tells me that you desire for me only failure and suffering
He tells me that it is you who is my tormentor and not him
He tells me that I will arrive at my destination damaged; as a cripple and an insane fool
He tells me that all that I do is wrong
Yes, oh Lord, the burden weighs heavy as I move forward into the unseen
I do not look now at what has been broken but instead on what is ahead;
It is night and I cannot see far; but I trust you
I see a light that most cannot see and I follow it
I follow it despite the murmurings of lying, filthy spirits upon my ears
I follow it into the frigid night because Lord, my God, it is your light!
It is a long road home fraught with peril and evil
But I see Your light, yes! Yes!
You are my light and my salvation oh Lord,
You are the truth and the light that leads me home
You, only You, will get me home
Only You will save me from the Liar
Read The Wayfarers Complete Collection – Christian Fiction omnibus Trilogy edition available on Kindle at this link