Tag : hope
Tag : hope
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?
…the story that takes place in The Wayfarers end times fiction trilogy may appear more relevant.
The Wayfarers tale is staged in late 2009 and early 2010. But, for all intents and purposes – the story could unfold this year. The Wayfarers fictional world of 2009-2010 was perched upon a slippery and harrowing precipice. Today’s non-fictional world – and namely America – is standing and staggering like an obese, over-indulged drunkard. This metaphorical drunkard has lost it’s spiritual and moral compass through the rampant consumption of cultural firewater; while diabolically evil elites who possess immense wealth, incalculable lucidity and keen sobriety keep buying the rounds. In its stupor, the drunkard has left the storm doors open to allow in a host of supernatural vandals to ransack, pillage, and plunder.
In The Wayfarers trilogy you can read about America’s worst day – in a fictional setting of course – but it is a setting that could nonetheless become factional. End times events are like dominoes and once they start to fall there is nothing any human being can do to stem a frightful chain reaction. Those end times dominoes are falling in the factional 2012 but as of today, someone or something is slowing the speed of the tumble – but for how much longer?
God is real – and He walked this earth through His son Jesus – who is fully God and was for a time fully man. Satan the angel cast out of Heaven is also real, and he and his demonic hoard walked the earth as the Wayfarers walked in 2009 and 2010 and he prowls about in 2012 hungrier than ever – seeking whomever he may devour.
Hope is likewise real; and it is from God that hope springs eternal. There was a pitched spiritual battle that took place in the Wayfarers’ America and world of 2009 and 2010 – and it is without question being waged in 2012 with all manner of supernatural weaponry that would be the envy of Pentagon war planners…
Miracles can and do happen, and for God to perform they are merely a simple task. The Wayfarers journeyed through a hostile, supernatural war zone that spilled into the Natural as it is spilling in 2012 – but they journeyed on because they had to and wanted to; and maybe it took a few miracles to keep the survivors intact?
Those who journeyed as wayfarers saw things that as the author I too have seen and those injuries have left scars. Still – and more importantly – they saw things that I pray to see…and I am buoyed by the hope and knowledge that I will. Whether it’s America’s worst day or your worst day please remember…
…no matter how hard it is, or how hard it gets – don’t ever, ever, ever, lose hope.
God bless you,
It’s only the size of a pinhole, but as we walk along the rock and debris-strewn floor of this life’s tunnel we can see it if we keep looking forward. If we keep walking, it will grow larger and brighter, but it seems as though the light at the end is so very far ahead.
It is dank, dark, and damp down here, and we find ourselves tripping over chunks of concrete, automobile tires, and items that cannot be identified in the low light conditions. Our feet are wet from having to wade through puddles of stagnant water that exude the malodorous airs of rotting moss and raw sewage.
We’ve suffered loss in life because we took chances, and it was those chances that served as soft spots in the ground that allowed us to fall through the path less traveled. While we pursued something different, there are many that we know who followed the prescribed path and today they walk in the light on the firm ground above us, seemingly secure because they “did what they had to do.”
But how secure are they who did what they had to do and followed that prescribed path? Are they only secure in their minds?
Not everyone down here took a chance and failed…
No, we are not alone in the tunnel. There are the intoxicated and the drug-addicted down here. There are the gamblers who cling to the hope of lotto winnings being the ticket out, and that pursuit becomes an addiction that can’t be satiated. There are the angry who lash out at everything and everyone, and we must keep ourselves girded against them. Some are apoplectic due to the frustration of being forced to walk down here, while others are angry because they are hungover or because haven’t had enough to sufficiently satisfy the addiction.
Down here are the unemployed parents with children who are scarcely fed. Likewise, there are the working poor who rely on government assistance to help keep meat in the pot. As we walk forward with heavy-laden packs on our backs, we notice that the numbers of tunnel walkers is increasing. “Hey, I don’t belong down here” we hear some of them say, as they lament “I worked for that company for thirty years and I don’t deserve this! Where is my promised pension? I paid into it!”
None deserve the tunnel but in 2012 more are falling through the gaps in the quaking earth up top; and not just the ground that makes up the path less traveled. The floor of the tunnel is becoming a path heavily traveled below the so-called “prescribed path”, and as more are forced to walk down here the detritus and wreckage become more prevalent and a greater hazard.
With increasing frequency, we can feel the vibration of heavy equipment and the hear the stomping of the boots of tens of thousands of soldiers above us.
The numbers in the tunnel will continue to grow and the anger and despair will intensify, so we must keep focused on the light. The light is our one, true hope. The light at the end of the tunnel comes from the Bright Morning Star and no matter how hard it is or gets, we must keep focused on Him.
At the end of the tunnel we emerge to a peaceful pathway in the warmth of the sun. The path takes us across a small bridge and we then begin to ascend a winding wooden plank stairway into a lush green forest.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. It was faith that got us this far, and that very faith will carry those who can’t walk and invigorate the legs of those who still can.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Lord Jesus, we know you’ll come carry us home.
The world today may seem hopeless if you pay attention to current events. The U.S. economy is deteriorating while a silver-tongued President tells lies and claims that it is improving. Gasoline prices are painfully high, and looming Middle Eastern war will certainly drive them higher – if not seriously reduce or eliminate the availability of gasoline and home heating oil. As a society we are becoming increasingly base and Godless; wrapped up in mindless, salacious television and living in the fantasy world of computer games. We are losing our ability to enunciate simple words and communicate face to face. It seems that now we best communicate through text message acronyms.
The earth will be spared imminent apocalypse – despite what the Mayan calender indicates – but the end of the world as we know it is near. But no matter how hard it is, or how hard it gets, don’t ever lose hope. It’s that very hope that is the recurring theme throughout The Wayfarers fiction trilogy…
The Wayfarers trilogy is a story written about the times we are living through today, and more so about what is likely to come. You will be taken on a journey with remarkable and memorable characters down a rugged road through a tumultuous time; a time that you may not survive. The fictional cataclysmic events that transpire on that path along and through the Wayfarers America are actually taking shape while you read this blog today, and could be flushed out in your version of reality at any moment. What was written as fiction may well morph into faction, but despite the gut-wrenching nature of tale, you may finish Jacob’s Trouble – the finale of the trilogy – with a smile on your face and a tear in your eye.
Remember, no matter how hard it is, or how hard it gets, don’t ever lose hope…
There is snow falling on upstate New York and in the upper-Midwest on this January morning in 2012; and it would have been wonderful to have had this snow for Christmas of 2011. Mild temperatures prevailed during the third week of December, and Christmas in this part of America was brown and green with mere streaks of white, hither and yon.
Even as the second week of January 2012 winds down, there are still some decorated Christmas trees and strings of lights adorning the windows of homes and likewise dotting the landscape of upstate New York; and this phenomenon may be presenting itself in your area as well. Certainly, those who put up the trees and strung the lights that still remain may be busy with innumerable life tasks. Or, perhaps in some cases laziness may be rearing its semi-comatose head. There could be fatigue, sickness, or other maladies that are keeping individuals and/or families from dismantling the Christmas regalia and packing it away until the season returns later this year…
…Or, it could be that in some or all of these cases, people just don’t want to let go.
For so many, there are pleasant and heartwarming memories associated with the Christmas season. There are the giggles, shrieks, or even shy smiles of children who have now grown and gone away. In many cases, divorce has taken away daily increments of time with children who lived with parents and forced it instead into weekly visits and two minute telephone conversations.
The economy was better a mere five years ago, and while we knew that life in this falling world would always be lived on shaky ground, there was the hope that if one worked hard that he or she could live the American Dream; perhaps running their own business or if that wasn’t their cup of tea – moving up the corporate ladder in the company that employed them because prospects for growth shined as brightly as the rising sun on the eastern skyline. Indeed, there was the freedom to dream, pursue, and create – while still being aware that danger lurked in the shadows and that an Islamic enemy controlled by Satan himself could alter the very landscape that we plowed and seeded. We were wary because in 2001 we had been attacked, and after that terrible September day we were warned to be cautious, but circa 2000 through 2007 we were undaunted. There was still that American Dream to pursue and Merry Christmases to enjoy.
As the first decade of the Twenty-First Century approached its conclusion and the second term of President George W. Bush finished with staggering disappointment, the air seemed to shift. Barack Obama never brought hope or positive change; but too many were willingly-deceived into believing that he would. As a watcher at the wall I saw trouble coming and as I continue to observe I say to myself, “no wonder so many are hanging on to Christmas.”
Christmas represents hope and joy, and it is a celebration of the birth of the One who is eternal hope and joy everlasting. No wonder the lights and the trees remain! The decorations have nothing to do with the birth of Jesus – nor should they ever become the true representation of Christmas – but they are color and glistening light and they are a foretaste of Heaven. While I have yet to see Heaven, in my spirit I do know that it is a place of uncompromising beauty and color. It is a place of glistening light created by, of, and for the Christ who died for us and rose again; desiring us to accept His gift of grace on faith, so we will one day know that color and light and experience that eternal peace and joy that transcends all understanding.
As we face increasing deterioration and rabid uncertainty in 2012, some delay the tearing down of the Christmas gewgaws and regalia – as they did in 2011, 2010, and 2009. Some are merely hanging on, and I pray that if they don’t know the Bright Morning Star that they will not delay in coming to Him. I understand and empathize with the longing and the sadness. But we must remember that in Jesus there will be gladness…
…But for now some are leaving up those trees and lights a bit longer. And as the snow falls today, I can almost smell the cinnamon and hear Silent Night and Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow playing somewhere – if not merely in my memory.
There are better days coming; you can trust me on that. We are all merely hanging on, but the path is laid out before us and like wayfarers we must walk – we have no choice.
But we never, no not ever, have to walk alone.