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June 23rd, 2015
What's that; I shook my head and looked at the clock on top of the television which read 2:48 am. I was sure I had heard a trumpet blowing in the background. I knew I must get back to sleep, after all, we were to have that secret meeting to worship the Lamb. I was to bring the Book.
The Book was better known as the Bible. It had been banned on that dreadful day a few years back when Czar Izra stood in the new temple in Jerusalem and claimed that we were to all worship him. I had immediately, after seeing the blasphemy committed by the President of the UAR ( ), hid my Bible. I then prayed and felt the Spirit tell me to make a barrier of dogwood trees and Rose of Sharon bushes all around my property. My wife and I then began to pray protection on us. United Atheist Republic
The soldiers have come as close as a mile away but something seems to scare them off. I know it is God. We have lived very simply. My daughter and Grandson Elijah live here with us. Eli has grown to know the Book better than me. He is only 6 but smart and strong in the Lord he is. We have been raising chickens, a couple cows and horses. Elijah and the rest of the family help a lot with that. Had to have horses now, oil is about non-existent. We grow vegetables and trap squirrel and such. Life sure has changed since they made this stupid one-world government.
Well, I must go back to sleep. Have that meeting.
Bang, bang, bang; I jolted awake. Someone was knocking on the door. I yelled to hold on. I hid my Bible very quickly. Could it be the soldiers? I rubbed my eye's and looked at the clock. 8:10 am? How could it be still dark out? I went to the door.
I opened it to a familiar face. I knew this young man, but from where? He was rather stocky and as he shook my hand I felt the power. He was very polite and asked for a drink. I invited him in and told him to have a seat. I was still wondering why it was so dark outside. I poured his glass of water and I was headed back to get my wife out of bed. The man said in a very stern voice to wait, he had something to tell me. I sat down very attentive at this point as he looked me in the eyes and said," I love you Pawpaw".
The young man rubbed some of the water in my face and shook me awake. It was, it was my Jonathan.
It all came to me; I looked at him and said she's gone isn't she? Jonathan shook his head yes." The trumpet you heard last night was the Call. Mom and Grandma are both with Yeshua now." "What about Eli" I asked. Just at that moment he came walking out of his room and said," Hi Pawpaw, hi Jonathan!" Eli had been telling me he had been talking with Jonathan and I just blew it off. Now I knew!
"We must battle today at 1pm Pawpaw", Jonathan told me." Get your sword and horses saddled and lets go". I knew where we were going and I usually won't question but I looked at Jonathan and said," how is one old man,one child,and you going to defeat that congregation of evil?" He looked at me with that grin I have always loved and said," what have you quoted over and over Pawpaw? If I recall it was Proverbs 3 :5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not unto thy own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your path." I blushed and bowed my head and headed to the horses with my Bible in my hand.
The Evil One's
From the day of Jonathan's murder, I just knew there was a conspiracy. I was right. They let that murderer out with nothing. He started his crimes with a new gusto. He had swarms of little punks making and supplying dope and running sex slaves. Now with the UAR starting their own churches the murderer became the high priest of the church here. There are people that work in law enforcement, social services, judges, etc. that attend that church. It even has a pentagram as a steeple. Makes me sick. They had daily church there at 1pm every day. This is who we were going to battle. Most days there are at least 200-250 people there. God be with us I prayed.
We Are Not Alone
The ride was an even pace. We sang praise songs the whole way with people looking at us from a distance. They were probably thinking we were crazy,after all, we were outright breaking the law. As we passed the cemetery a voice in the distance yelled,"hold up". We waited.
It was a site; the man had to be 80 and was riding a pack mule. He looked at Jonathan and said, "I made it." Jonathan just smiled and I thought wow, an old man, an older man, a child and big, powerfully strong Jonathan. I thought of David and Goliath and snickered.
We rode the little more distance to the church of the UAR.
We rode in line up to the church. We lined up with 6 year old Elijah and then myself with Jonathan on my right and behind us was the old man on the mule. Eli started praying in the spirit and Jonathan and I started reciting the Lord's prayer.
All of the evil came rushing out the front door; in the lead was the high priest David. Remember I told you it was dark, there was suddenly light, but it only engulfed the four of us. With darkness all around we could just barely see the silhouettes of the evil one's. Jonathan said in a strong, stern voice," You got this my Lord?" I heard the old man say in a blaring, tuba like voice," Yes Jonathan!" I turned to look and he wasn't an old man anymore on a little donkey. He was huge, dressed all in white and he sat on the most beautiful white horse I have ever seen. Fire blazed from His eye's. I felt a love and an awe that I have never felt in my life. Our King has come!
I heard the evil behind me screaming, "I killed you once and I will kill you again. You and your Pawpaw." At that moment I heard in a very tremendous voice," BE CAST INTO THE PITS OF HELL!" At that moment all hell broke loose. There was fire raining down on them all. They were screaming as the man on the white horse told us to ride home. Which we did.
Home and Heaven
On our ride home the sun came up and people started coming out. I heard so many people singing the old time hymns I loved so much when I was young. I was humming I'll Fly Away as we arrived home. When I walked in the house it was like a surprise birthday party. All the people I have loved over the years were there. Many had died years earlier. Everyone looked so young. Yes it was over. I looked in the mirror and thought wow. We can't take pictures here but this is what I look like-at the right-we all are children again.
I looked at my beautiful wife and she spoke what I was thinking, " Death is defeated and we are free! May God have the glory!" Yep, my wife was right again.
This was the dream I had. I had to put it down in writing. I usually don't pay attention to dreams much, but I had to this one.
Many of you know that my grandson Jonathan was killed. Maybe I am slightly "losing it", but wouldn't you?
I do believe there will be a day the death and disease and all evil is defeated. If you noticed, prayer is the number 1 way to battle and also use your sword. The sword is the Word of God or the Bible so to speak.
Yes, this all was a work of fiction, but could it really happen? Everyday I see God being taken out of so many phases of life. When God is taken out, evil is put in.
I dedicate this piece of writing to my grandson who plays in the garden of God at this time. Jonathan. Please see his links.
© G.L. Boudonck
I haven't attempted many fiction works. Did this one hold your attention?
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