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*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 fascinating albeit peculiar individual is.
My name for these purposes here is Xavier, but you can refer to me as the “X-Man” if you like. And yes, that’s what they say I look like; a Rastafarian Morgan Freeman. I’ve never met this esteemed man, but I’m aware that he’s quite famous in this world. Indeed, I bear strong resemblance to the beloved thespian – save for the fact that my head is bedecked in dreadlocks more akin to what a chap named Bob Marley wore. Now, I’m aware that Mr. Freeman has an impressive resume’ – which includes playing God in the film Bruce Almighty and its sequel Evan Almighty. I’m hip to the fact that he narrated a National Geographic documentary titled The Story of God. But, I know a thing or two because I’ve seen a thing or two, and I know that God’s glorious story has no end and is continually unfolding. As I just alluded to, I’ve seen a thing or two, and there is no movie or documentary that can sufficiently portray the absolute, soul-shaking splendor of God’s non-fictional tale!
I can tell you that there’s no place like home, but I’m here on assignment. This isn’t home, but there are people here in this place that I’ve been ordered to encounter. I have a task list where these people are concerned, and I don’t want to disappoint my boss. I love all people, and my desire is to help them in the ways that my boss has designated me to, because that is from where my love originates. You see, my boss is the greatest love. My boss is patient and kind, and never fails. My boss keeps no record of wrongs, always trusts, is the truest hope, and will always persevere.
I long to be home, and I’ll be there again, but for now my one desire is to faithfully please my boss.
*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 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?
*A blog written by Jared; one of the many minor yet notable characters who appear in the novel The Wayfarers: Revised Edition
Oh…ow…man, this is serious. My head is really killing me again, and everybody says I need to get it checked out. But I can’t afford the government healthcare, and I really can’t afford to see a doctor. Even with the headaches and blurry vision, I’d rather be on the road with my band Coffee with Isaiah, but instead I’m pulling the night shift as a cook in my mom’s diner. Ah, this job is money…more than the band makes. Dude, you know it’s hard to make money in a Christian rock band; especially if you don’t sound like the “God-approved” worship faves like Hillsong, Third Day, Michael W. Smith, or Casting Crowns. Man, those bands are so formatted, predictable, and boring! But hey, at least I’ve got a Soul Patch and various tats, so I’ve got the hip look goin’ on!
I’m a purveyor of fine pancakes and a sausage slinger. I bust out the bacon and hash-up the home fries. Yup, I wing the waffles and prepare omelets to ogle. I am the Sultan of Short-order Cooking and that keeps me off the streets – but yeah, I’d rather be out on the road.
I don’t get many days off as mom needs my help. Even though mom owns this blessed greasy spoon, she’ll often pull the night shift with me as the waitress, being that she got used to being a night owl before coming to the Lord. He saved her soul and her earthly life – as she was all about sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll. After nearly dying from alcohol poisoning, Jesus restored her and gave her direction and ambition, and that resulted in owning a diner of all things! She raised me without the man who served as the sperm donor, er, I mean the deadbeat who is my biological father.
It’s our regulars who keep us in business – maybe because our food keeps them regular, ha-ha! But man, times are like so tough, ya know! Denny’s and Friendly’s have the name, the décor, and the expansive menus, but we are Spirit-driven and have the personal touch. And, I can cook circles around anyone they’ve got in their kitchens! Our portions are bigger and our prices are lower. Still, it seems like more and more folks would rather support the chain restaurants and that is slowly killing us. Such are the times in this fallen world.
We’re open 24/7, and we’ll serve you anything on our menu at any time of day – burgers, gravy fries, cheese steak sandwiches, the aforementioned breakfast items, and all kinds of good grindage – even salads for you health-nuts that insist on eating rabbit food. But, if you want the biggest and best portions, you’ve got to come in between 10 P.M. and 6 A.M.
We get some interesting folks in here, like this guy who just came in who looks like Morgan Freeman rockin’ dreadlocks.
Hey mom, order’s up!
Who’s partaking of this “good grindage” and who’s cooking it? Read The Wayfarers: Revised Edition