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3
May '10

Again

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Whump. The earth moved a bit from the impact, and then the peaceful afternoon resumed, birds resumed chirping, and the dust resumed settling around the crater which Smee had made as the earth conflicted with his trajectory the first time. Déjà vu. It was a bit deeper now.

Sometime later, after he regained consciousness, Smee found and reinserted most of his teeth, again, he even saw a couple he had missed the first time. Then he slowly fought his way back up the side of the crater, again. Finally reaching the top after hours of work, he propped himself up on one elbow, then the other, again, and rested tentatively on the edge of the crater, again, waiting to regain enough strength to climb the last little bit out, again.

“Nice afternoon” came the robust voice suddenly from behind him. The voice was made of solid metallic holiness: it instinctively inspired uncontrollable terror in the hearts of those who oppose God. It was Michael’s. Michael the warrior. Michael the really HUGE warrior. Again.

Smee shook so badly that he lost his grip on the edge of the crater. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The sound of his voice faded as he fell, then there was a little thump, then silence, before the birds resumed their chirping and the dust resumed its settling. Again.

“Well, I think it is a nice afternoon” smiled Michael smugly.

Sun
17
Jan '10

Eris Go Bauch!!

If Smee had been conscious and opened his eyes he might have enjoyed the view, at least until he remembered that his short arc over Groundswell would eventually end with a thump as the earth conflicted with his personal trajectory.

The sound of the wind whisping past him, the traffic below in the streets, the bright sun light and fresh air, all beckoned to Smee to awaken. And so, he slowly regained consciousness a bit: enough at least to ponder Continue reading "Eris Go Bauch!!" »

Fri
15
Jan '10

Strictly Legal

Eris stood in her bed room looking at her assortment of skirts. There was a ‘standard’ now — the skirt had to touch the floor if she knelt. This would be her first real time in the choir, and she wanted to look just right. Not only was it a privilege to help lead worship, but maybe, just maybe, someone nice would become interested. So…. not TOO conservative. Attractive, fashionable, but legal. Continue reading "Strictly Legal" »

Mon
11
Jan '10

Company

The stars shined ever so brightly as Cat brought a stack of plates to the deck. People from the Bible study were filled with a feeling of gratitude and praise as they watched the night sky. The grill was about ready and some of the women helped Cat set salad and vegetables on the deck table while Buck and Daniel put the first batch of steaks on the grill.

“God is so good”

“Yes, yes he is”

In the atmosphere above Groundswell, Smee had arced out of Hell and was streaking like an asteroid back toward earth, specifically, Groundswell. Continue reading "Company" »

Fri
8
Jan '10

A New Message for Hell

“NO!” Lucifer howled as he lept from his seat. He tore a stone arm off of his throne and smashed it into the floor. Cracks formed and pieces of stalactite fell from the ceiling. Demons rushed to avoid a crack splitting the floor away from Lucifer’s throne as glowing red lava oozed up the crack. “How long must I put up with this! NO MORE!”

“Oh, whatever do you mean?” said Reliant innocently “Surely not that the Rogers are now baptizing 20 more people into Christ? Why I should think you would rejoice that more people are escaping your fate. Oh. Wait. Yeah. That kinda conflicts with your general plan, doesn’t it.” Reliant smiled peacefully as he folded his hands in front of himself.

Continue reading "A New Message for Hell" »

Mon
4
Jan '10

Time is Up

“Then it is time?” asked Reliant as he sat on the house top overlooking Groundswell. Lights from the windows of buildings were illuminating the streets in almost romantic nostalgia. The stars twinkled above. It was a pleasant evening. “They have had two years now. The church is well planted, and we have kept hostile forces away from them.”

The figure in white sipped his Coke before he answered. Continue reading "Time is Up" »

Fri
1
Jan '10

Please, Not on the Platform

And so it continued for about two years, until the church building was finished and the First Apostolic Church of Groundswell was running about 750 members in Sunday worship.

“Buck?” said Cat quietly.

“Yeah?” answered Buck.

“Do you think we should have children?”

“Cat! We’re in church.”

“Just, do ya?” Continue reading "Please, Not on the Platform" »

Mon
28
Dec '09

Life Goes On

Mayor Horace Cumberland looked at the next document in the stack in front of him. Mary was flipping pages, summarising content, and pointing to the correct place to sign each one. Up came the building permit and formation documents for the First Apostolic Church of Groundswell, which was asking to build on the original site. Continue reading "Life Goes On" »

Fri
25
Dec '09

God Blessed Us Every One

Pastor Paul and Jannie Edwards were staying with Buck and Cat Rogers. Cat had inherited her parents three bedroom home. The Edwards rented house had been destroyed when a gas leak was accidentally ignited. The evangelists Bro. and Sis. Love were also staying with them.

The Bible study that day had ended a bit earlier than usual, and they had played some games and fellowshipped, then someone had a rather deep life question, and God answered in such a way that the whole group was drawn into worship. Two more people received the Holy Ghost in the Rogers living room on Christmas Eve. Continue reading "God Blessed Us Every One" »

Mon
21
Dec '09

We’re Never Truely Alone

Thursday was another day. Buck worked 6AM to 3PM and headed home to Cat, who had already started preparing for their Thursday home Bible study. He called a short greeting to her and poured himself a clear, tall glass of ice cold cream, took a sip, and placed it down on the stove. A mischievous look in his eye he opened the microwave, revealing the freshly heated taco chips Cat had just placed there to freshen.
Buck silently slipped the chips out of the microwave and into the conventional oven, then slipped a bag of popcorn into the microwave before Cat slid into the room smiling. She wrapped her arms affectionately around Buck, holding his attention as she deftly switched his glass of cream with the popcorn and slid the popcorn into the back waistband of her skirt. He spun her around so that she was by the cupboard and he again by the stove to pick up his cream, when he discovered it was gone. He looked intently for a moment before he realized that Cat had swiped his fav beverage, but by then she had opened the cupboard and retrieved a serving plate, sliding the rescued popcorn bag in back of the cups.
Buck, of course, lunged for the cupboard as Cat giggled and slid out of his way. While Buck’s head was in the cupboard searching for his cream, Cat scooped the taco chips back into the microwave, started the microwave, and headed into the living room carrying Buck’s glass of cream.
“MMmmmmm Buck you make the best cream” Cat purred as she slid away.
“That’s Mine!” called Buck, playfully.
“Mmmmm” said Cat, a white cream mustache telling that she had just helped herself to his cream.
He chased her across the coffee table, their feet clad only in socks and sliding on the hard wood floors. They ran over the couch and around the room twice before she let him corner her with his cream. “Mmmmm” she smiled as she took another drink “My favorite!”
Cat’s green eyes locked lovingly onto Bucks piercing blue eyes “Now I must teach you a lesson!” he smiled.
“Kiss me my Anthony!” chanted Cat
“You have already stolen my kingdom! Will you also take my heart?!” exclaimed Buck
“Two straws” quipped Cat as she pulled two soda straws from her belt and dropped them into the waiting cream. Silence ensued, broken only by rapid gulps as both tried to reach the bottom before the other. Buck won, but it might have been because Katrina let him win. Or maybe not, it was a close race.
Buck set the glass on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around Katrina. “Do you know I love you?” he asked.
“Do you know I waited all day for you?” she asked.
He kissed her and looked into her eyes. “We have five Bible studies going now. This is awesome. And everything is always perfect when they get here. You are awesome.”
“Oh, the teaching you do is awesome” replied Cat, as she laid her head on his chest. “Others teach from book knowledge, but you actually KNEW those people. You speak with awesome authority because you were there.”
“I just speak what I know” answered Buck as he held her tight. “It is the LORD in that teaching that makes it so incredible. Forty people are in church now, baptized and filled with the Holy Ghost — half of them filled in our house — just one study a night, eight people a study. God is the one who is awesome!”
“Amen” said Cat as she pinched him. “And the trash you promised to take out this morning is still waiting for you on the porch. CHOP CHOP! Our guests will be here at seven!”
The gentle figure in white robes and a gold belt sat down on the Lazy boy chair and pulled the level to release the foot rest. It slid up under his feet as he closed his eyes, a happy smile forming on his face. Reliant stood near by attending, as the figure motioned to the love seat next to his chair.
“Why are we sitting down” asked Reliant.
“Just resting my feet before I start this next Bible study” replied the figure in white.
“Those two are really something” mused Reliant after a short silence.
“Yep”
“Funny too”
“That thing you did. Their first morning together where you scared Buck senseless.”
“Yeah. I almost split at the seems. Did you see the look on his face.”
“Reliant, that was mean.”
“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t intend anything bad by it.”
“I know. Still, if it was anyone but Buck I’d a had ta say someting abod it buddy!”
“But with Buck?”
“Funny as all get out. Did you see the look on his face?”
“Yeah. It was historic. I put a copy in the archives for his Day.” Reliant paused. “Do they get a couple years of peace now that they’re married?”
“Do you think they really want that?”
“No, but I think they need that.”
“What if I told you that there are not a couple years left?”
“There aren’t?”
“Just what if I told you so?”
“Then I guess they’d prefer to be useful now and rest later in heaven.”
“Yeah. Anyone else would take the easy way out. Those two are really something.”
“So waddaya think?” asked Jannie, her eyes fixed on her husband, Pastor Paul, as he looked at the bumper sticker she had just handed him.
“You made that on your printer?”
“Yep. Do you like it? We can have some made at the mall print shop.”
“‘Jesus es Senior de Groundswell’. Nice. Good colors. Earth Tones. Yeah, you did good. But lets stop at 100. We don’t need a re-run of the candle thing.”

Thursday was another day. Buck worked 6AM to 3PM and headed home to Cat, who had already started preparing for their Thursday home Bible study. He called a short greeting to her and poured himself a clear, tall glass of ice cold cream, took a sip, and placed it down on the stove. A mischievous look in his eye he opened the microwave, revealing the freshly heated taco chips Cat had just placed there to freshen. Continue reading "We’re Never Truely Alone" »