Christian Clarity Review

November 30, 2005

Anti-Christ: “I’m no longer Spooky: I have free will AND I can’t help it”/CIA chief defends agency over bin Laden hunt

Alles klar Herr Kommissar?

GM isn’t GM any more. Harvard, Yale and Princeton aren’t Harvard, Yale and Princeton any more. The Republican Party isn’t the Republican Party any more. George Bush isn’t George Bush any more.
All that genetically enginneered wheat isn’t wheat any more. The chaff is deceived it is wheat.

It is offical: the Central Intelligence Agency is no longer spooky. No longer able to be nicknamed ’spooks’, they will now be called ’spoofs’ of those who built the agency decades ago and whose truth they rejected in favor of their own new ‘methods’ and ‘technology’ (such as hiring homosexuals openly to be interpretors and no telling what else, appealing to spirits of python/psychics, bribing instead of winning and yet calling the result ‘victory’, etc..)

This is truly amazing (from CNN): Anti-Christ through Porter Goss:

Al Qaeda leaders bin Laden and al-Zarqawi haven’t been found “primarily because they don’t want us to find them and they’re going to great lengths to make sure we don’t find them,” Goss said in the interview broadcast Tuesday on ABC’s “Good Morning America.”

“We’re applying a lot of efforts to find out where they are.” He insisted the CIA knows “a good deal more” about the men “than we’re able to say publicly.”

Goss said one of the hardest parts of the CIA’s mission is to “penetrate into some of the sanctuary areas” — whether harsh terrain or “at the heart of a city, in a ghetto or slum area where people don’t regularly go.”

“Knowing how to find those places and getting to penetrate them is going to be the hardest part of this business,” he said.

“..going to be” (i.e. you haven’t done it and you want..(drumroll) more money to plan it.. and plan it ..and plan it..)

So: just to be clear:

1.you are obstensibly in charge of the CIA

2. the CIA has been tasked with the external security/intelligence of the United States in its own arena

3. They are given essential carte blanc (which they fought/spoke-words for tooth and nail for just such a purpose) in policy(words), personnel, cash and material to find and kill, (not ‘be actively hunting down’ and be merely publically perceived to be very busy) a terrorist and cannot find him because he doesn’t want to be found.

4. the fugitives from genuine justice cannot be brought to justice: because they do not wish to be brought to justice

5. BUT: you are “applying’ (as in free will?) ‘lots of efforts’ and you need permission from “Somebody, somewhere who doles out free will per issue’ to keep ‘using your methods/efforts’ to not catch and kill who you were sent to catch and kill.

6. You have an endless string of ‘reasons’ why your free will is being thwarted by the other guy’s free will and you have endless words to keep the money flowing.

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The entire intelligence apparatus of the United States is a laughing stock, even given that such laughter is by other souls who suffer under the same deceptions as themselves. There was a time that .. when ‘they’ went looking , they got the bad guy. Period.

Now? The bad guy isn’t giving up.

You are deceived you have free will and can choose or reject God. God rejects you and CAUSES those who are both His enemies and your enemies to triumph over YOU. The whole thing is to be true to God no matter what. And only He can do that through you.

Throw out the homosexuals and the psychics and the free willers. Dig up Mohammed and burn his bones mixed with pig’s bones and blood. Bomb the black stone in Mecca into powder and scatter the powder over the sea. Take down all the false holy sites in the world. Make it very plain and unambiguous; there is no lie you can hide behind to kill me. Period.

There is only one God. His Name isn’t ‘allah’.

They have psy-oped you into thinking you are a non-Muslim at their whim and you have said “okay. I have to play by your rules to get permission to exist. My governmental apparatus is subject to your cooperation. Your free will is bigger than mine.”

Anti-Christ has a conversation with himself back and forth between you both as your only speech. You want to hear more and more ‘info’ so that you can have more and more grist for the supposed mental freedom of will you are deceived you genuinely possess. The result is that no matter what you hear, you are deceived you need to hear more it in order to empower your will. But all that speech is powerless and non-creating because it isn’t God as Word.

You’re whole lie has always been: I have a country and a CIA becuase I have a big free will and I have used it properly so that God has blessed me with such things. Now? You’re lie is “The other guy, despite my money, technology, my people, my ..everything, has a bigger free will than mine. All my money, my people, my …everything ,is worthless in the face of the evil-doers free will.”

But supposedly, the very ‘reason’ you needed all that money, people and ..everything was expressly to empower your will over the opponents you were tasked with overcoming. The ‘mole’ is your own speech. He is anti-Christ.

You wanted to play in the supposed paradise of ‘free will’. Welcome to it.

Psalm 18:25-28 With the gracious thou dost shew thyself gracious; with the upright man thou dost shew thyself upright; With the pure thou dost shew thyself pure; and with the perverse thou dost shew thyself contrary. For it is thou that savest the afflicted people; but the haughty eyes wilt thou bring down. For it is thou that makest my lamp to shine: Jehovah my God enlighteneth my darkness.

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

Novel: the laughter thieves/part one/chapter 8

Jimmy:

Timing is everything. There seems a perfect way to do it. But the timing of it is really the thing.

He waits for the ship to rise again so he will go far and fast enough to really make a splash.

It is more a fall than a jump; more a controlled crash than a graceful plunge into the water. It is the last departure with no one to even say goodbye.

Walking out of the cabin in which they had confined him, he had found his way nearer the water. When no one was looking, he climbed up on the railing and thought about it. He went over as the shift in the ships weight threw him off balance.

The water is very cold; colder than it looks! I told you! It goes everywhere: up his nose, his ears; into his mouth, around his groin; inside his shoes and socks. The effect on his skin is shocking. He can’t feel his fingers.

Everything that has gone before has carried with it a simultaneous camouflage of feelings. For an instant he is caught trying to arrange his feelings; to recognize what is happening and act to counter it. Don’t get punked by this.They will see.

All that has happened has never really been understood because all his attention was on the excitment. His life has been lived but only revealed to him in snatches and around the edges.

As he struggles in the water, his legs kicking the water away so he can go upward and his arms pusing the surface away to go deeper he hears: How could that have happened?!

Knowing it doesn’t change it. Hearing the voice of consternation doesn’t make the water less alien, less cold or wet. Leaving all of it behind, he will deafen himself with death. Some of the voices said they couldn’t reach him on the other side. Others disagree. A suffocating, stabbing pain grips his chest as the water rushes in. He tries to place it in a good feeling and fails. His mouth opens to scream…

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The water flees from his mouth.

They see him gasp for air.

“Got him!” Mary says triumphantly, easing off his chest. “We got him back!”

Izzy takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He leans over the metal ledge that serves as a small lab and drops the headgear into the locker.

Mary: You did the right thing.

———

Hayt was right: Going down was rough.

After the initial contact on the muddy bottom, they had checked systems as the air cushion deflated. Mike had detected Jimmy in the water. Everything had stopped.

Hayt directs the blasts of air and they are in the sand in seconds. The subterrrene has entered the mud and sand almost vertical and is burrowing straight down quickly. The mud and sand from the ocean floor flow in behind them. At two hundred and ninety seven feet from the ocean floor they hit bedrock.

Hayt brings up the com links. “We’ve docked on the substrate surface and are ready for entry. No damage. No complaints.” He is smiling.

Izzy: What?

Hayt puts his hand over the mike: I love this part. When I was a kid I always imagined myself doing this kind of thing. You know, “stand by to find out secrets”.

Izzy: Is it what you thought it would be?

Hayt: Yes and no.

There is a break of squelch over the com link. “Standby for testing.”

“Roger.” Bill watches the structural integrity tests flash in sequence across the panel overhead.

Radio voice: Standby to engage reactor.

Hayt: Standing by.

Radio voice: Engage reactor.

Bill taps in the code. “Engaging.” A panel appears on the screen. He taps the icon and the panel displays the reactor statistics. “Reactor output within normal levels.”

“Everything is a go. Entry in two minutes.”

“Two minutes. Roger. Setting count down.”

“On mark.”

Bill touches the screen again. “Mark.”

Radio voice: All systems in the green.

Hayt: We’ve picked up a passenger.

There is a silence. Then, “Say again.”

Hayt: We’ve picked up a tourist. It was that or a casualty.

Radio Voice: Roooger that. Standby. Entry is still a go.

Bill toggles off the com link for an instant and smiles at Izzy. “Damn right it is. They ain’t gonna try and turn off the reactor now. Not that they couldn’t—but we’re in the groove now.”

The operator in Virginia punches up another screen.

Jack Wallace turns from the map of the site in his office and picks up the phone. “Yes?”

Radio Voice: They’ve picked up a tourist.

Jack: They what?

Radio Voice: Apparently someone from the ship. They said it was that or they would have left a casualty.

Jack: I want a name at the first opportunity. I want to know why.

Radio Voice: Yessir.

Jack: Proceed.

Jack slowly placed the receiver onto the base.

“What?”

Jack approaches the map again and stares at the encircled corridor. “They picked up a passenger. A rescue.”

“What’s his name?” The other man speaks easily and without haste.

Jack: Who said it was a he?

The other man says nothing but smiles.

The controller taps a code and the screen disappears. He taps up the Enigma’s com screen again.

Radio Voice: Good luck.

Hayt: Now we’ll see how the new temp controllers really do. Everything looks good from here. We’re a go for entry.

They slowly move forward, silently melting into the rock.

Albrite looks shaky.

Hayt: “As soon as we’re horizontal you can get out of the seats.”

Twenty minutes later they begin to check equipment.

Albrite unbuckles cautiously. “Well, so far so good. Everything seems to be working.”

“You can’t really say so far it’s been good. What are we going to do with that guy? He’s going to require ’round the clock attention–if he survives. We haven’t even gotten started good and we’ve got extra weight!” Gregg is doing a diagnostic on the electronics.

“We’ll make out with what we have. We might be bringing back more wounded than just him. It’s what we’re doing here. End of discussion.” says Izzy.

Mary leans over Jimmy who is strapped to a bunk. Wiping his face again, she checkes his eyes. One pupil is large, the other is tiny.
“He’s had a stroke. His right side may be paralyzed for a while, maybe even permanantly.”

“Sent our coordinates home. We’re all present and accounted for–with a little extra thrown in. Sorry to mention food, but you pulled that drill on us kinda quick don’t you think, Izzy? We didn’t even get a last meal.” Hayt says, ducking into the main compartment.

Izzy: Better this way. Besides, some of us might not have been able to keep down what they ate in all the excitment.

Albrite: It’s not my fault I have a nervous stomach.

The subterrene moves on, silently melting deeper and deeper as the crew sets up for the journey.

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Homam

Things are getting tense. The news is full of more Islamic jihadist’s growing bolder in their killing; in their rhetoric.

There is something he can do.

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He listens to the man speak with mild curiosity on the off chance he will say something new.

Speaking with people is always the same: They do the things you did or should have done when you said it. They are a mirror and don’t mind making it obvious. They can’t help it. They do things you used to do when you first encountered the same thing you just said; your side of the conversation.

Homam can’t do first things any more. He tries every now and then to remember as if really hanging on to the feeling whenever it hit. He tries sometimes to do the expected new thing again to prove he is a harmless novice at life.

But it is really gone and his fingers are really stained with nicotine.

In the middle of nodding and smiling to what they say in reply it hits him: he is old in more than one thing; has got multiple histories within the whole. They are reflecting him then at some particular (but really at various points—the him stretched over all the years) and thinking it is him now. They are being one with who he used to be and true in that solidarity. They have taken who he used to be for a friend in the particular of which they speak and missed him completely. It makes them smile, wave him over to a cushion and offer him tea.

The coin falls out of his hand and onto the counter with a heavy sound unlike modern coins. He is no longer a prisoner to the laws it has to obey; the things that make it valuable. Paper is lighter. And if you get into trouble, you can just burn it.

It is a coin with an image of a man on one side and a man a woman on the other. There are inscriptions. Old style. It is gold and very large; very heavy in his hand. His father had given it to him one day. No ceremony, no reason. He had just let if all into Homam’s hand and smiled a curious smile.

He takes the tea. He smiles. The conversation is on auto pilot. He trusts his experience to say the right thing while he plans the trip.

My god what a coin! Absolutely stunning! Stunning. Where did you come by it?

My father.

Um Hmm. Do you have any more?

Just the one.

Of course. Who would hope for more? The gods have already been generous. Do you have any idea of its value? It is rare indeed.

Yes.

I see. It is a twenty stater gold coin. Greaco Bactrian. I don’t know that it can be sold. Legally, I mean. There are only a handful in the world. If it is genuine.

Homam smiles easily on que.

..the man drones on about the history of money and mathmatics, weights and talents and purity. Why it is valuable. Why it is just, right and true it should be valuable. Bactria. Eucratides. His mother. See here? Basilicus Megalou. It means the Great King. The difficulty of such a rare coin. There is value and then there is invaluable.

France. It would be France. There is something in France that calls him. She won’t care. As long as no one knows. They will leave it behind. They will just …go.

..can’t possibly have a buyer before next week. Word has to get out to get the best price. You understand.

Today. We’ll make the exchange tommorow.

You are in a hurry.

Yes and no.

Is it stolen? I know it is rude to ask. But .. They’ll know of course.

No. It is not stolen. It is just unknown to you until now.

Of course. Uh..I’ll have to make some calls. Where can I reach you?

Homam gives him the number to his cell phone; his email. No later than five. American dollars and British pounds.

Yes. Of course. A man with that coin makes the rules.

I do not care to keep speaking. I don’t care if I am rude.

The man looks at him closely. A man with that coin could be free. He extends his hand.

Homam picks up the coin, backs away and disappears into the crowd.

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A suitcase full of money is heavier than it looks.

The bank had given him plastic. The man had given him a numbered account he should check from time to time. This is only a downpayment –until I know a price.

She wants to go by plane.

Anti-Christ changes his theology …again

Okay. I admit: I had never heard of this before it was nixed except as a dance-name: Limbo.

But then I don’t dance, either.

Anti-Christ through his organ the Romanist now want a better presentation of themselves to the fallen human heart’s most modern version. So: Limbo is no more.

Alas, I never knew thee, anyway.

Hundreds of years worth of ‘hard core truth’ came and went and I didn’t even notice until it was gone.

(interesting research: Was anyone burned at the stake or killed over a peice of wafer/doctrine that is now admitted to be a lie all along?)

“Convene the commision! We must seduce the modern heart better than we did the old hearts! Hats! Our church ethnic clothes! Music! Places! Action!”

This is of course, after ‘the Church’ finally admitted they don’t/’no longer’ believe the Holy Bible to be infallible. Little wonder then that anti-Christ would now be more openly self-contradictory by saying one of his lies was always a lie but that he still has authority to …say stuff.

THE Pope is set to abolish the concept of Limbo, overturning a belief held by Roman Catholics since the Middle Ages.
Limbo has long been held to be the place where the souls of children go if they die before they can be baptised. However, a 30-strong international commission of theologians summoned by the late John Paul II last year to come up with a “more coherent and illuminating” doctrine in tune with the modern age is to present its findings to Pope Benedict XVI on Friday.

Vatican sources said yesterday that the commission would recommend that Limbo be replaced by the more “compassionate” doctrine that all children who die do so “in the hope of eternal salvation”.

There is little doubt that the Pope will agree.

There you have it: the Pope is abolishing a concept (aka in their own mind: ‘air’) and everyone is supposedly exercising their ‘free’ will in the best way: for ‘compassion’. They are recommending and hoping and agreeing and ..stuff.

And supposedly, your salvation lives and dies on their certainty.

I am not kidding.

But then everyone really knows that if anti-Christ wants to deceive that something exist that really doesn’t (like ‘free’ will), he need only be seen ‘using it’ or looking for the guy that stole it or trying to give it to the Iraqis and Afghanistani peoples at the cost of American Christian lives as if some have more and others less.

Beyond the obvious farce, do not be deceived. It won’t be a year before anti-Christ through the Romanist say that any evil that was done on account of a ‘doctrine’ now admitted to be a lie? It was the idea’s fault. The idea did it.

Because according to anti-Christ, he and Lucifer are absolutely innocent. All the guilt is wrapped up in ‘man’s free will’.

Jeremiah 9:5,6 And they act deceitfully every one with his neighbour, and speak not the truth: they teach their tongue to speak falsehood, they weary themselves with perverse dealing. Thy habitation is in the midst of deceit; through deceit they refuse to know me, saith Jehovah.

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

Anti-Christ makes power grab through “EU” Court

Here’s some good news for obstensible Christians everywhere: the Swedes concede that a pentacostal pastor (I’m not going there..) wasn’t ‘using hate speech’ when he spoke an anti-homosexual sermon that clearly portrayed homosexuality to be a sin. So far so good. Right?

Wrong.

The pastors aquittal only came because the Swedes are trying to give authority to the EU Courts by whatever way they can, even by inference.

Supreme Court Justice Johan Munck said the court was obliged to follow European Union guidelines.

“We believe that it is probable that a conviction against Pastor Green would not hold up in the European Court of Justice,” he said.

Obliged? The EU Constitution was NOT approved by the voters. So, in classic Marxist style, the Courts are now the supposed law makers of the EU, neatly by-passing any voting of the people and the stench of having to get the approval of the people.

And the EU courts on homosexuality?

The EU ‘commison on human rights’ (aka The European Court of Human Rights) says there is such a thing as homophobia and leaves it up to member states to set the minimum age for homosexual contact. Note that guarantees and indeed forces the presence of homosexuality to all who recognize the authority of the courts in the guise of parsing out ‘moral’ behavior of an abomination to God and disease spreader of AIDS/HIV as if simply a natural process.

So what is the Swedish Court now whispering to the EU Courts about the joy of the Christian world at the recent verdict? “They are merely the suckers out front who have no idea what we are doing.

Psalm 12:2-5 They speak falsehood every one with his neighbour: with flattering lip, with a double heart, do they speak. Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things, Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail, our lips are our own: who is lord over us? Because of the oppression of the afflicted, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith Jehovah, I will set him in safety, at whom they puff.

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

November 29, 2005

Novel; the Laughter Thieves/Part One/chapter 7

The Institute:

Henry knocks on the glass in front of the communications sector. “Any word?”

“Not from onsite.” Peters turns from his monitor. “Team Two is on its way, about to go under.”

Video of the site is being played on a nearby monitor.

Henry: That from the site?

Peters: Yeah. We’ve replayed the last transmission over and over to try to determine exactly what was going on before the quake. Now we’re going back and analyzing the last few weeks.

Henry: The last transmission was just before the quake?

Peters: Right after the earthquake. Routine stuff until then.

Henry: Need some help? Things are slow for us.

Peters: Why not? You can watch some discs over on the far monitor. Here is the last recording as the quake hit.” Henry takes a small disc. The tech points to a monitor.

The video:

The crew in the middle of a normal days work. Experiments being conducted; data collected. Routine equipment checks on-going.

Scenes change as the different views of the camera spread over the site. A sparse crew of men go about the business of experimental space research.

—–

A crew meal. Gathered around a table in the conference room, they eat in silence. The other cameras show an empty habitat.

The meal goes quietly. The crew glances at the camera.

“They almost act as if someone would take something away from them, huh?” Peters says as he wheels his chair over.

Henry nods. “Am I mistaken or is that a sunburn on a couple of faces?” A closer examination of the other members shows them with small dressing stuffed in their noses.

Peters: They had previously said that some of them were experiencing sunburns, nose bleeds and nausea.”

Henry: Infrasound just prior to the quake? Pre-shocks maybe?

Peters: We thought of that. Theoretically would produce similar symptoms. The experts say it’s possible. But there has never been even one documented case of natural infrasound causing the sunburns. They don’t mention it again. We really don’t know what to make of it.

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The crew is talking in hushed tones until Reynolds raises his voice. “We’ve got to find it soon.”

“Read it again. Maybe it’s really us…” someone begins but is interrupted by a deep rumbling from beyond the camera.

“What is that?”

“Earthquake? Here?” Reynolds asks.

The camera vibrates out of focus, then shakes along with the entire lab as tables, chairs, the ceiling, then the floor, a head, an outstretched arm, books and flashes of metallic objects go in and out of the cameras range.

The screen goes blank with static and white noise.

A short time later a hand in front of the screen adjusts the view. “Are we back? Are you getting this?”

Another voice says, “Try it now. We should have power.”

A head backs away from the screen to reveal the communications officer. “Okay, I think we’re back. I haven’t received anything. But I think we’re sending. If you guys back home are getting this we had an earthquake. No one is seriously hurt–a few cuts and bruises. We lost some equipment and some of the auxiliary tunnels collapsed. We’ve still got the smaller boring probe so we’ll just re-tunnel. But we’re not sure about the experiments themselves.. Commander Reynolds is out with Williams to try and assess the total damage. Power keeps going on and off–we’ll be cleaning up this mess for weeks at least. The good news is the lab withstood the shake-up. The shell is still intact and our air is still good. Considering what could have happened we….”

The screen goes blank again.

“Read what?” Henry asks.

Peters: Nobody knows. There hasn’t been any contact since. That’s why we’re viewing the past few weeks again. No one noticed any serious change or anything out of the ordinary from our end. But something must have spooked them besides the earthquake. The nausea, sunburn and nose bleeds started two and half weeks before the quake. Tests from our end indicate they could both send and receive–even now. But nothing. The best we’ve come up with is Seasonal Effective Disorder with the earthquake exaggerating the effects.”

Henry: Have you tweaked the volume and…

Peters: They’re discussing something they found. A shape in the rock, maybe a table. But we haven’t seen it on the video, it hasn’t been mentioned in any reports and they only make passing remarks about it. But as to what they should read again, that could be anything.

Henry: I’ll watch for a while. We’re just crunching numbers for now. Boring stuff.

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Several hours later Henry stretches and stands.

Peters motions him over to another monitor. “May have something. It wasn’t on the reports.”

Video:

“I’m telling you it wasn’t me!” a crewman is saying. “I didn’t drill those holes!”

“I suppose they just drilled themselves?” another voice responds. “It weakens the overall safety to just drill where you want.”

“I don’t know how they got there..but it wasn’t me–and it wasn’t our equipment. I checked.”

“You’re telling me they were here when we got here?”

“It wasn’t us. That’s all I know.”

Henry: What are they talking about? They found some old tunnels? Anything else on this?

Peters shakes his head. “Not that I know of. This is the first we’ve heard of it.”

Henry: Wouldn’t that have been rather significant? I mean if they really had found tunnels or caves they didn’t make?”

Peters: More than significant. It’d be incredible. It would call into question the structural integrity of the overall site.”

Henry: And nobody has heard of this?

Peters: Not us until now.

Henry: Who was watching the site?

Peters: The guys we replaced I guess.”

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At Sea:

“How far out?” Izzy is leaning over a typographical map of the Antarctic ocean bottom.

“About here.” Hayt stands beside him and circles a spot on the map.

Mike: That’s over a hundred miles off the coast.

Hayt: According to the ‘eighty five core samples, that’s the last place the sediment is over three hundred feet thick. We need at least a hundred and seventy feet to cover the entire subterrene with enough mud and gravel to stop the ocean water from coming in behind us. The closer we get to the coast, the shallower the depth of sediment. We’re pushing it now. Any further out and the subterrene couldn’t take the pressures of the water. We need to be between one hundred and three hundred meters of water for the pipes to be at optimum operating environment.

Mary: And you’ve never done this particular maneuver before?

Hayt: In theory it’s sound. The key will be maintaining enough pressure to blast our way deep enough. The water will come in behind us and wash in sand and mud to cover us. According to the calculations, we need approximately one hundred and sixty three feet of tunnel filled in by the sand and mud to form an effective plug behind us.

Mike: A hundred and sixty feet doesn’t sound like a lot of room for error.

Hayt: I checked the equipment myself–twice. We’re good. After we’re in the rock we can collapse the tunnel behind us if the water is still leaking or the plug looks weak.

Izzy: Check it again. If we miss we won’t be coming back.

All of them are gathered in Izzy’s quarters for a last briefing.

“Everything checks. All the equipment is on board. We’re ready to go–but I still don’t see how we’re getting that monster off the ship.” Gregg leans against the desk and reads the chart upside down.

“The hull is a clamshell. I thought you would have noticed.” Izzy looks at Gregg.

Gregg: “It opens..?”

Izzy: “..the floor extends under us, breaks away in the middle, down we go. We’re top heavy with the forward tanks attached.”

Gregg looks at Hayt. “Ever done this at night?”

Hayt: Left handed either. Wouldn’t make any difference. But we’ve tested prototypes in shallower depths. I’ve got over three hundred hours in the simulator on this.

Albrite: Three thousand?

Hayt smiles. “Enough to get it right.”

Albrite: What happens if we get stuck on the bottom and can’t get into the rock?

Izzy: Somebody will just have to come and get us. But then where would the crew on site be?

“I see.” Albrite says nervously as he nods his head. “What if something goes wrong?”

Gregg: “Don’t jinx us, man. Just keep it to yourself.”

There is a silence.

Izzy: You’re a professional, right? I guess you better have tightened every bolt and secured every wire and strap.

Albrite: I thought, you know, someone would check it. I’m not a mechanic.

Izzy: We don’t have time to check it again and again. That’s what you were doing. Bill and I showed you how to put it together. I saw you doing it right. There isn’t a whole lot to it. That’s it.” Izzy looks around at them all. “This whole thing involves risk. Once we knew the air transport was out we needed a new plan. You’ve all worked hard all your lives, whether you knew it or not for this very thing. Here’s the payoff for the sweat and the diligence.

Mary: So when do we go?

Izzy: Three to five hours. I’ll talk to the Commander. We’ll be in a holding pattern ’til then or we’ll overshoot the objective.

Gregg: The objective?

Izzy points to the circled spot on the map. “Entry point.”

Mike: How long ’til we’re at the base?

Hayt: A week, plus or minus. But once we hit the rock it’ll actually be pretty boring, pardon the pun, ’til we get there. Sleep. Eat. Run the experiments. Our job really doesn’t begin until we’re on site”

Mary: You know all the puns don’t you?

Izzy smiles. “I won’t bore you with more than is necessary.” He looks around the room. A tight, constricting, heaviness charges the air. “Fear is a good edge.” he says quietly. “Get some sleep if you can.”

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Daniel 1:1-4 In the third year of the reign of Jehoiakim king of Judah came Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon unto Jerusalem, and besieged it. And the Lord gave Jehoiakim king of Judah into his hand, and a part of the vessels of the house of God; and he carried them into the land of Shinar, to the house of his god; and he brought the vessels into the treasure-house of his god. And the king spoke unto Ashpenaz the chief of his eunuchs, that he should bring of the children of Israel, both of the royal seed and of the nobles, youths in whom was no blemish, and of goodly countenance, and skilful in all wisdom, and acquainted with knowledge, and understanding science, and such as had ability in them to stand in the king’s palace, and whom they might teach the learning and the language of the Chaldeans.

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

Novel: The Laughter Thieves: Part One/Chapter 6

Laura

It is the shape mixed with material. Shifting and moving in a wordless speech, they are carried along by the spirit of the whole.

Trains have their own style of surrounding human presence. Sharp corners on the bottom, flat seats bolted to the floor, and rounded corners on the ceiling; with the steam going by in the long tunnels underground and the rocking of the wheels on the track, the souls know they are inside even as they see each other in the middle of it all.

Laura had thought by now to have said something; surprised herself at how long she had gone without saying a word. She looks at each curve, each small wrinkle on the woman’s face; her nose with the eyes almost as slits just above. Eastern european, maybe. Laura imagines the woman, for no reason she can place, to be a survivor of Buchenwald; perhaps to have a number tattooed on her wrist. She has things to say you wouldn’t believe if you hadn’t been there; a wisdom only survivors are given. If they would just say it…

Laura: Are you Jewish?

Old woman: Belarus, she says in a heavy accent.

Three layers deep in warm, expensive garments, the old woman seems to Laura to have more presence than anyone else on the train. As the stops flash by and the presence of the other people lessens, the old woman stares restfully at the numbers. If nothing else she knows how to wait.

The old woman catches Laura’s discreet, admiring look at her demeanor and frowns. It irks her that she can never fade in to the background; that there is never, ever any real anonymity; she never can watch other people the same way they watch her. It is rude; awkward: to be caught watching other people and satisfying one’s curiosity about the particulars of bodies and souls and all the in-betweens at their expense. She expects the other person to dislike being watched; to think of it as being used. Yet they do it to her all the time no matter what she does or doesn’t do. Never told she is beautiful except by her husband, she has always wondered if that’s what it is.

She rides this train all the time.

She remembers the young man with the troubled look that threw himself under the train. She had said nothing. What was there to say?

She remembers the old man who smiled at her everyday for over a year each time she had gotten on. He had always sat opposite her. She had never said a word.

She missed him, not having seen him in almost a month. It was as if a tree had died in her small garden that had never been a favorite, but had provided a function. It was useful in its own way; a shadow clock for that niche of her life that was a source of small, beautiful leaves in winter and shade too small for anything large but just right for the small flowers around it in summer. It stopped moving when he stopped sitting there.

Things change.

She remembered all the people of consequence, the noticeable ones to which she had never spoken a word and given them the privacy she never has.

But if not now, when?

Old woman: “I see you looking at me. What is it you want?”

Laura looks in the woman’s eyes, sees shine and depth, then traces her hair over her ear, falling over into the fur of her coat. “Something you probably couldn’t tell me anyway.”
She had wanted to say “You look like a likely place for a soul to hang out .. in. It was Henry’s first sentence to her. He had never been a master of one-liners. For that she was glad. But it was nifty enough to get by, the stumbling way he had said it and it had broken the ice. He had added, “Maybe even a spirit. You’re a woman so I know you gotta heart.” He had been looking at her face, but not in her eyes. What a stupid thing to remember. She shifted her packages.

The old woman nods: You want to know my face –how I came by the shapes and how that relates to my soul and the whole world. You want the shape of my soul framed in words that match my wrinkles. My husband is like that. My daughter, too.

Laura: Why not?

The woman glances at Laura’s eyes and stares. You always assume it is something you want to see; that I am beautiful. What if I am ugly?

Laura: Only beautiful people talk that way. Those who at least think they have something valuable to hide.

The woman smiles slightly. They expect it here. “What do you do?”

I’m an attorney.

I see.

You?

I’m a wife.

Me too.

What are you? You look expensive.

Expensive? I suppose it’s better than cheap.

What religion?

I grew up Presbyterian. But I’m in a non-denominational church now. You?

I’m Jewish.

They fall silent as the train moves on.

“Non-denominational. That where you ..” the old woman raises her hands and slowly waves them back and forth in the air. “..do this?”

Laura: Some do. I haven’t quite worked up to it yet.

Why do they do it?

I don’t know.

I’ve watched them on television and done it when they did. But I don’t understand. It seems ridiculous.

I don’t know.

Why did you leave the Presbyterians?

Something happened.

You couldn’t find another group of Presbyterians?

It wasn’t the same.

I see.

The train brakes and stops. The old woman stands up and gathers her bags: It was nice talking with you.

Laura: You too.

Maybe we will talk again sometime.

That would be nice.

The door closes and the train is moving again. All the shapes and sounds are the same, but no one is talking.

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At sea:

Hayt: We’ll have to connect the outer pipes with the inner core here and here.” Hayt points to the front and rear of the huge subterrene on the schematic. Basically the outside rotates while the inside, where we will be, is stabilized by the rotation.

Mike: How fast is it?

Hayt: It’ll do six miles an hour in solid rock. Silt and clay soil slows us down; higher moisture content, harder to heat. So we look for the highway as they say. We burrow as far down as necessary until we hit the solid stuff, then we go, well, where ever we want from there.” Hayt is standing in front of a schematic of the subterrene. The pride is evident in his voice. “We’re fifth generation on this now, past the initial problems. We built the first one in ‘75, been smokin’ ever since.

“I don’t understand how you’re digging through the rock. Where’s the grinding thing–and what happens to all the ground up rock?” Mary looks over the schematic Hayt has laid out on the small table.

Hayt: “We don’t grind it anymore, we melt it–which eliminates any tailings–the ground up rock. The heat pipes are filled with liquid lithium. It has a melting point of two thousand degrees Celsius. As the lithium is melted, it’s circulated to the front via the rotating blades which are against the rock face, pulling the machine forward. As the rock melts, it’s pressed to the side of the subterrene where it resolidifies. That’s ‘vitrifies’ for you technical types,” he says, looking at Gregg, “.. as volcanic glass.”

Mary: “So we’re surrounded by liquid lithium at two thousand degrees.”

Hayt: “Yes and no. It circulates and is rotated around the subterrene. Think of it as a corkscrew that rotates around the main compartment of the subterrene. Once you get it started, all you have to do is keep it rotating and it will pull itself into the material. The melted rock flows back along the blades as the pipes rotate and shapes the tunnel wall.”

Mike: “How far will it go? How long can we last under the surface?”

Hayt: “We heat the lithium as it passes through a small nuclear reactor. The lithium serves as coolant for the reactor, the heated lithium is in turn cooled as it gives up its heat to melt the rock. It’s a very efficient process. Nuclear gives us power to spare really–we can go anywhere. It’s safer that way too. In effect we’re really swimming through the rock and leaving a small tunnel behind. The only potential problem we could run into is underground streams and rivers. The water would make it difficult to control the cooling process and we’d be in trouble. But we’ve got ground sonar and a database of satellite info on where the rock veins run so literally, we’re almost bulletproof.”

Gregg: How difficult?

Hayt: Not as much as it used to be. Part of the learning curve was the temperature control. But we’re fifth generation on this now. It would give us problems, but nothing catastrophic. Mainly it would throw off our timing because it would slow us down.

Mary: You could go ..

Hayt nods. Anywhere.

Mike: Well it’s nice we can dig. But what about crew accommodations and all the experiments we’re supposed to run? I’ve got a ton of stuff I’ve got to set up as we’re getting there.

Hayt: Plenty of room. As I said, we’re fifth generation on this. The overall length of the subterrene has tripled over the last several models. We’ll be cozy but not cramped. You’ll all have individual work stations. There’s enough personal space not to feel claustrophobic.

Gregg: You’ve done this before?

Hayt: A few times.

Mike: What’s the ride like? I mean are we gonna be shaken to pieces?

Hayt: Going down can be rough. This time especially as we impact the ocean floor. Going through the initial substrate and getting to the rock will be its own ride. But once we hit the hard rock it’s pretty smooth.

Mike: This time?

Izzy: Going in through water is its own phase we’ve had to address. Never done this maneuver before.

Albrite wretches in the back of the cabin, not yet over his sea sickness. He looks at them apologetically. “Sorry.”

Izzy: “That’ll do it for now. We’ll meet in the hold in twenty minutes and start the fit. We’ve got a lot of work ahead. It goes without saying that we’re inexperienced with each other and not really a team at this point. Some of us have worked together. Some of us haven’t. If you look around you’ll see an ego as big as your own staring back. Get a grip on yourselves and let’s do what we came to do. There’s not much time to get ready.” Izzy picks up his coffee.

Everyone looks at everyone else and one by one file out the door.

Albrite motions to Izzy. “I’m not really up to it yet.”

Izzy: Can’t spare you. Bring a trash can with you, I won’t mind. You’ll be over it soon enough. I waited as long as I could. As I recall, we couldn’t get the funding unless you went. I told you then you wouldn’t like it. It’s not a cruise.

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Twenty minutes later they stand in the giant hold of the ship. The outer shell and the inner core sections are suspended from two shipboard cranes covered in canvas. Izzy, winch control in his hand, pushes a button. The canvas is lifted off the shapes to reveal sections of the cylindrical craft.

No windows. No markings. It is elegant brute force in the raw. The burnished steel looks good under the light. Massive tubes in smooth curves wrap around the front and flow toward the back. Grooves and small upraised blades are seen running the length of the pipe.

“Slick.” Mary says quietly in admiration.

Gregg smiles, walks up and feels of the outside of the tubes. The others walk around the other side to have a look.

Izzy: See what happens when you study?

Gregg and Izzy smile at each other broadly.

Gregg: A beautiful, beautiful beast indeed. Inside?

They walk toward the front.

Mike is grinning, staring at it. Mary is running her hand down a curve, smiling.

Hayt punches a code in a small panel he has pulled out. A door moves in slightly, divides in the middle and slides to the sides. Lights come on from inside. A small step slides out and down. Hayt jumps in the forward section.

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The Institute:

Henry: What do we have so far?

The artifact lays in its case. Henry is trying not to look at it. He takes off his jacket and throws it over the back of his chair. The images within the artifact are fitted over images of hopeful matches from the database on the monitor screen.

Dmitri: We had several possibilities earlier. No matches.

Henry: Is it the program–the limits or variables?

Dmitri: Too soon to tell.

Henry: What’s it working on now?

Dmitri speaks as he punches in more data. “Babylonian, Accadian and Assyrian symbols and pictograms. How about that kid you mentioned. Any help?”

Henry: “I sent him a hypothetical. We’ll see how he does. Started the paper work on his clearance yesterday. He’s a little pre-occupied right now. His brother is home on leave from Afghanistan.” Henry sits and leans back in his chair. “I think it is writing. But it may predate any symbols we have.”

Dmitri: “What?”

Henry: “It could predate any writing systems to such an extent that it would assure no possible match. Just thinking about how we are searching here.”

Dmitri: “Better idea?”

Henry: “Not yet. But if so it would be the perfect test case of relationship minus context. An encryption with no possibility of knowing what or why it is or who made it or encrypted it. So we would have to find not only the base alphabet but the algorithm as well. And that could prove unknowable unless our methods are at least similar.”

Dmitri: “That is false premise. You cannot prove you do not know something. You cannot prove it such that you do not know specific parts of it. It is an unknown.”

“Why untestable?” Jack walks in and pulls a chair over.

Jack frowns. “It’s useful to be dumb sometimes. I read your report. Why can’t you test it for age?”

Henry: “We can’t test it for age. I said if it pre-dates any writing Jack, given the age of the surrounding ice. We don’t know yet. But it’s very hard to work backward with writing. There are codes even now that haven’t been broken—Linear A for example. Plus it’s made out of pure gold. Pure gold–meaning there are no impurities to test. All age tests depend on a mixed sample–it has a little of one kind of atom, a little of another and so on. Age is determined by comparing relative amounts of one element against another from the same sample. Over time some elements break down into others. The rate of conversion from one to another is predictable. How much of one atom is there can be correlated to how long it took to get there assuming a certain level of its absence to begin with. There is no test for a pure sample–nothing to compare it to. It hasn’t broken down into anything. The most stable isotope of gold is gold-one ninety seven; naturally occurring, what makes up the artifact. It has a half-life of several million years. Without getting into metaphysics, all we can say is it was made less than several million years ago or the plate would not still be pure gold.”

Jack looks at Henry. “I see your point. Sort of. Did you just dodge what Dmitri said?”

Dmitri points to the screens. I linked to database at National Science Foundation. It should go through info in two or three hours–that is next. If we do not get a match between now and then, I will not be sure what to check after that.

Jack nods.”Well!” he says, watching the images flicker on the screen and getting up to leave, “Keep at it!”

Henry: “Why do we even waste time talking to him? It goes in one ear and out the other and if we found anything he’d try to steal it!” He looks at the artifact.

Dmitri: He is important sponsor.

Henry: Who’s on shift at commo?

Dmitri: I don’t know names. All new people over there. That blonde-haired kid.

Henry: Peters. He’s okay. I’m gonna see if we have any word from the station. A couple of hours?

Dmitri: No. I said three or four hours.

Henry: Right.

The characters on the screen silently rotate, compare and change as Henry leaves.

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Amos 9:2-4 Though they dig into Sheol, thence shall my hand take them; and though they climb up to the heavens, thence will I bring them down; and though they hide themselves on the top of Carmel, I will search and take them out thence; and though they be hid from my sight in the bottom of the sea, there will I command the serpent, and it shall bite them; and though they go into captivity before their enemies, there will I command the sword, and it shall slay them: and I will set mine eyes upon them for evil, and not for good.

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

Oranges

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Somewhere:

Charlie squeezes the orange and notes with satisfaction it gives a little with the pressure from his hand.

But not too much.

He pulls an old, white plate from across the table and places the orange on it with one hand while fishing his pocket knife from a coat pocket. Testing the blade with his thumb as a thousand times before, he carefully lays the knife beside the plate. After an unsuccessful search of several drawers, he finds the whetstone by the open window. A few strokes and he is ready.

Thunder sounds from some distance away. He sees the overcast sky and prays again for rain.

The sharp smell of citrus erupts into the room with the first cut. He carefully begins a ring around the orange, little by little with a practiced hand exposing the bright orange flesh.

The cat licks its paw, looking on with little interest.

Somewhere else:

The river hills are in brilliant color behind her with the clouds drifting to the south like smoke. Oranges and greys, browns and shadows move with the wind, rippling in place as Jack takes the south trail and Florence follows.

The trail snakes across the hill at a rather steep angle for her. But Jack isn’t in a hurry.

He loves her.

Every step he is thinking of how to say it. Offhandedly. Intensely. Maybe in a rush mixed in with something else about the great outdoors or scrambling up the hill.

Maybe it is best to not say anything.

It is extraordinarily hot.

He slows down.

Looking at the ground and on guard for the tree roots that had almost tripped her up when she had been out here with Michael, she runs into him.

Somewhere:

Charlie lays the peel carefully to the side. His wife will make an orange sauce later from the zest.
Perhaps she will glaze the ham with honey and orange. That would be nice.

He quarters the orange in a few deft moves and lays the knife down.

Fat drops on the window sounded the beginning of the rain.

Turning the chair to watch the rain against a muted sun, he protests slightly as the cat takes the opportunity to jump in his lap before he can reach the plate.

The rain grows loud quickly on the tin roof, drowning out all of his thoughts except for thankfulness.

Somewhere else:

He is shy.

She knows lots of guys like him. They all love her after one kiss. But he is clean that way–genuine. (He likes Johnny Cash!) That is good. He can smile a smile true enough at its beginning to really disappear at its end; to let it go. His smiles are there and gone as reality changes around him. Maybe…

A thrill goes through him as he realizes she isn’t pushing away. It catches in his throat and comes out in a ridiculous wheeze: ” ‘kay?”

“Okay what?” she says, shifting and leaning against him with one hand on his chest, her hair swinging in the effort of brushing off the mud on her new hiking boots with the other.

He gives up his idea of how things might be if he did everything right-said everything perfect. Then takes a breath. “Jesus likes it here when he walks.”

The words are just another piece of the earth with their own kind of light. She forgets about the boots and wonders what else he can say. But the words are like his smile. His silence is as honest as the sound.

She looks up at him.

He is looking at a bird on the ground.

She pushs him a little.

“What?”

“Nothing. You don’t talk much, do you?” She can feel his heart beat faster under his shirt.

He looks down. “Oh. I thought maybe you were the one, you know? I thought we’d go for a walk and if Jesus spoke through me somethin’ in front of you that’d be like a sign. We could both rest and let him talk life to us through each other. And then maybe? ..more.”

She doesn’t say anything. He is so simple. If she uses her regular words he might blow away. He says whatever comes to mind. It isn’t intellectual or smart but there is something to it that she can almost handle, like wood or flowers. She sees things in his words that have nothing to do with what he said but that need his voice to be. Not like Michael at all. She smiles at hearing her dad say Michael speaks like a fart in the face.

He thinks she is making fun of him and doesn’t understand her smile.

Somewhere:

Chewing on the pieces carefully, he is satisfied. These navel oranges are a little more expensive.
But they are worth it: good orange flavor and more big bites to the effort.

He folds the knife up and puts it in his pocket. The cat protests at the inconvenience.

Gathering up the few seeds he has spit out, he places them in a cup. Later, one day, he will plant them. She will frown and tell him they don’t have any place in the yard for the trees even if they came up. (A frost would get them anyway.) But he keeps them just the same, surviving beyond her words even before she says them.

The rain is plenty already but he asks for more, praying in his heart for her to drive home safely from the store. He is in those days of being prayed through, besides the names, for those that are to him now mere signs and hints of the future as pictures from the past: ‘the hungry’, ‘the poor’, ‘the naked’, ‘the oppressed’, ‘the prisoners’, ’single people’.

Even though when he was younger he had always prayed in a hurry, (the words coming out in a stumbling rush as if something were hunting him from behind to stop the words, masked as a desire delayed until the words were done), he prays now in a walk, chewing on the orange.

He prays for them generally and sometimes as now, particularly; apart from their groups. Names. Jimmy at the hospital. Lois for a job. He prays for them intelligently, not worrying what to say and not less because they are strangers; names passed on from a list. He prays for geography, places with names and races and for more oranges in the sound of the rain.

One of the kids calls to see how things are. He holds the phone out to the rain: fine.

Somewhere else:

“I’m hungry.” he says.

“I’ve got an orange. Want some?”

“Sure.” He is hesitant.

“Well, you can peel it then.” She gives him the orange after letting her hand slip off his chest slowly and pushing him a little more.

He uses his thumb to punch a small hole in the skin and begins taking off thick pieces of the peel.
“You don’t have a knife?”

“No. I didn’t?”

She remembers her father, making a little fun at Michael. “I don’t know what to think about a man that don’t have a pocket knife.” She immediately regrets having said it.

It is so obviously not her own but borrowed for the occasion he smiles softly.

She watches as he works on the peel. “Don’t get so much orange with it! It’s all we got.” She sits down under the big oak tree nearby and takes off her pack.

He leans over the side of the trail, throwing the peels into the water and watching the current take them. A large catfish swirls with a big sound and a piece disappears. “Did you see that?!”

She looks up too late.

“I didn’t know catfish would eat orange peels.”

He hands her the orange.

“You peeled it. You divide it.”

He frowns. Why do girls make simple things hard? It’s just an orange. But he tears it in two and gives her the bigger half.

“I’ve got a bottled water we can share if the sweet makes you thirsty.”

“Okay.”

They sit under the oak and eat the wedges of orange in silence.

It is a good orange. Not bitter at all.

Somewhere:

A loud clunk against the back door announces she is home. She opens the door with one hand and carrys the groceries in the other. “Worst rain I’ve ever seen!”

The sacks leans on each other as put down her purse.

“Hmm. Did you get the milk?”

“Yeah-but two percent. They were out of fat free.”

“Any orang..?”

“I saw Pat Smith. She said Jimmy had a heart attack last week-a whole week ago! Nobody called us or anything! We’ll have to..”

“How is he?” The cat jumps down from his lap and walks toward her.

She takes a slice of orange off the plate and eats the whole thing at once. After a while she says, “He’s okay. They had to put in a pace maker.”

“Hmm.”

“Are you listening to me?”

Thunder sounds close by.

Somewhere else:

She washes her hands in the river and drinks his water. He is nice. Okay, he is more than nice. But Micheal wants the same things she does. Her mother said common goals are important. They can teach other to speak as things go by. They can teach each other a lot. That will be something. People like Jack are too much like the land they come from; like the wind or rain that blows in just when you need it. But who wants to be wet all the time? Maybe somebody like Jack will live next door.
They can be friends. Besides, when he looks at her, she knows he is holding something back. (as if what he might say would blow her up!)

“You ever think the truth was longer?” He pulls on a piece of grass.

“Than what?”

He looks around, then at her. “Than this. The river, everything. It’s here and..” he points to the bend up ahead, “? around there. Longer than now-than us.” He throws a stick in the water.

She laughs, thinking about them both: Micheal with his dirty jokes every time he hears the word ‘pole’, and Jack doesn’t even understand he is competing.

He tries to understand the humor in what he has said. But he just can’t laugh. So he says, “Sorry.”

“I just never thought of length that way. It’s okay.” She makes a note to herself to always have oranges. And water.

He looks in her eyes and knows it is no good. “Maybe we should go.”

“Let’s walk a while first. And talk.”

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Proverbs 30:18,19 There are three things too wonderful for me, and four that I know not: The way of an eagle in the heavens, the way of a serpent upon a rock, the way of a ship in the midst of the sea, and the way of a man with a maid.

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

John the Revelation / Beyond Good and Evil

Variously:

The Revelation

Revelation 1:1-3 The Revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave unto him, to shew unto his servants things which must shortly come to pass; and he sent and signified it by his angel unto his servant John: Who bare record of the word of God, and of the testimony of Jesus Christ, and of all things that he saw. Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand.

Anti-Chirst has sought to establish as Church doctrine that what is revealed in the Revelation of Jesus Christ is simply “holy info” and particularly as more deception by ‘detailed’ nonsense ‘about’ the last days. Very blatantly anti-Christ has sought to deceive all that what is revealed in the Revelation of Jesus Christ can and must be understood as and in a mind not-Christ but the mind of men. (Thus all the end times hype/lies which are built on the lie of the Holy Scriptures being “holy info”/non-creating speech).

But what is revealed is also us as new creation in Jesus Christ. John was so revealed, called a Son of Thunder.

Mark 3:17 and James the son of Zebedee, and John the brother of James, and he gave them the surname of Boanerges, that is, Sons of thunder;

For He says through John, after Saying “The Revelation which God gave unto Him, to shew unto His servants things which must shortly come to pass..” and then He says ”

…Revelation 1:9 I John, your brother and fellow-partaker in the tribulation and kingdom and patience, in Jesus, was in the island called Patmos, for the word of God, and for the testimony of Jesus.

Once more:

“The revelation which God gave to unto Him” (Jesus Christ) ; then: “…I John..”

John was part of that revelation as an individual new creation in Jesus Christ. That is the only way we will ever know each other as new creation in Jesus Christ: little by little, God gives us divine revelation concerning each other and as we are one in and with Christ, we are one with each other. That is the only Christian brotherhood and the only true Church.

Ephesians 4:10-27 He that descended is the same who has also ascended up above all the heavens, that he might fill all things; and *he* has given some apostles, and some prophets, and some evangelists, and some shepherds and teachers, for the perfecting of the saints; with a view to the work of the ministry, with a view to the edifying of the body of Christ; until we all arrive at the unity of the faith and of the knowledge of the Son of God, at the full-grown man, at the measure of the stature of the fulness of the Christ; in order that we may be no longer babes, tossed and carried about by every wind of *that* teaching which is in the sleight of men, in unprincipled cunning with a view to systematized error; but, holding the truth in love, we may grow up to him in all things, who is the head, the Christ: from whom the whole body, fitted together, and connected by every joint of supply, according to the working in its measure of each one part, works for itself the increase of the body to its self-building up in love. This I say therefore, and testify in the Lord, that ye should no longer walk as the rest of the nations walk in the vanity of their mind, being darkened in understanding, estranged from the life of God by reason of the ignorance which is in them, by reason of the hardness of their hearts, who having cast off all feeling, have given themselves up to lasciviousness, to work all uncleanness with greedy unsatisfied lust. But *ye* have not thus learnt the Christ, if ye have heard him and been instructed in him according as the truth is in Jesus; namely your having put off according to the former conversation the old man which corrupts itself according to the deceitful lusts; and being renewed in the spirit of your mind; and your having put on the new man, which according to God is created in truthful righteousness and holiness. Wherefore, having put off falsehood, speak truth every one with his neighbour, because we are members one of another. Be angry, and do not sin; let not the sun set upon your wrath, neither give room for the devil.

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God’s Word creates what He Says. He is His Own Word and does not ‘use language’ to portray a mere stagnant/non-creating ‘mental picture’ of something else than Himself as Word and what is Spoken. Nor does He do so with our brethren or wives or children in that divine revealtion which reveals them to us as they really are.

Waiting for what calls itself “Christendom” to catch up to what God as Word has Said in order that “_______” be revealed to them is waiting for their understanding of their own present new birth in Jesus Christ. What is revealed in the revealing of God to us is also ourselves as we areally are and not an alternant literal of who and what we are. in anti-Christ’s speech, lens and agenda of non-creation, scarcity and death.

Beyond Good and Evil

Genesis 3:22 And Jehovah Elohim said, Behold, Man is become as one of us, to know good and evil. And now, lest he stretch out his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live for ever…!

God created what is good and what is evil. The only difference between good and evil is that God calls one good and the other evil, and at different times changes one to the other and back. The good and evil are already there and men walk into in God’s Providence. Men do not cuase/create good and evil. Men create nothing.

Note the word “creating” is in the active tense:

Isaiah 45:5-7 I am Jehovah, and there is none else; there is no God beside me: I girded thee, and thou hast not known me;–that they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the going down, that there is none beside me. I am Jehovah, and there is none else; forming the light and creating darkness, making peace and creating evil: I, Jehovah, do all these things.

Ecc 7:14 In the day of prosperity enjoy good, and in the day of adversity consider: God hath also set the one beside the other, to the end that man should find out nothing of what shall be after him.

God’s very plain control of good and evil is demonstrated in Revelation. Evil is given power by God, then taken away for the good. The evil that was given power is judged for its evil.

The caricature of ‘determinism’ by anti-Christ is that of a stone; a non-living thing. Non-creating speech can only articulate reality as if it were static except for a supposed ‘use’ of what is already there by supposed ‘free’ willed creatures. But the lie of free will is the most active and moving anti-Christ can be: the illusion that merely walking into new experience God has already placed in our path ‘proves’ free will. And anti-Christ is all over himself as contradiction: he is divided. Not only does he claim ‘free’ will as if the path before us is NOT set, but then is always trying to forsee the future (horoscopes, astrology, witchcraft of psychics , sorcery of talking to the dead, …the rest of demonic/quack science..) as if it is already set and merely needs to be seen to make one ‘happy’. But of course, he doesn’t understand his own contrdictions. He is himself deceived.

The providence/determined counsel of God is itself alive and growing and is set. Thus God has created, is creating and will create and yet none of His Word ever fails. God creates, re-creates and creates infinitely within creation as compounding life. He plants the tree in a determined spot and causes it to grow, each portion of that growth and each new revelation of each new portion of that tree solely and expressly there by the Word and Spirit of God. So with us and all Israel and all creation.

It simply isn’t our problem that anti-Christ and Lucifer can’t keep up with God.

Proverbs 21:30 There is no wisdom, nor understanding, nor counsel against Jehovah.

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

the every day of it #29

It gets old trying to report the same old good news: God is blessing our troops by finding the weapons before they can be used: another weapons cache found, another weapons cache found…

…and God does that sometimes while not letting His presence be understood. Sometimes the guys on the ground only see sweat, explosives and movement on the perimeter…

But it is always God through His son Jesus Christ who is the King, not a pacifist:

Revelation 2:25 but what ye have hold fast till I shall come.

Once more during the Wait:

BAGHDAD, Iraq — A routine patrol yielded significant results Nov. 27 when Task Force Baghdad Soldiers discovered terrorists’ weapons and bomb-making materials and detained four suspects in the Abu Ghraib district of west Baghdad.

Soldiers from B Troop, 1st Squadron, 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment were traveling through an area known for attacks with improvised explosive devices when they saw something suspicious in a chicken coop behind a farmhouse.

They discovered what first appeared to be unexploded ordnance buried in the ground but slightly exposed on the surface. Explosive experts were called in and they destroyed the ordnance, but the explosion uncovered a large supply of weapon systems.

This is the 29th cache discovered by B Troop since May.

The Soldiers found 19 rocket-propelled grenades, 16 82 mm mortar rounds, seven rifle grenades, six anti-tank mines, five rocket launchers, three rockets, three AK-47 assault rifles with 12 magazines, two hand grenades, two sniper rifles, two 130 mm artillery rounds, a pipe bomb, one mortar tube, one RPK rifle, a 9 mm pistol, one 50-caliber machine gun, 20 primers, 20 SKS magazines, and 10 pounds of various ammunition.

Isaiah 46:3-5 Hearken unto me, house of Jacob, and all the remnant of the house of Israel, ye who have been borne from the belly, who have been carried from the womb: Even to old age, I am HE, and unto hoary hairs I will carry you : It is I that have made, and I will bear, and I will carry, and will deliver.
To whom will ye liken me and make me equal, or compare me, that we may be like?

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

November 28, 2005

Supposed gain or loss of free will no yardstick of war

It is an ancient lie: “Destroy the enemy’s will to fight!” But of course, that presumes free will exists at all, much less that the enemy has ‘free’ will ‘too’.

God says that good and evil are not linked by a cause and effect of man but that men walk into what was already there. God shows some that the world was here and all in it (things like speech, hearts, souls, emotions, other people…) before they got here. He doesn’t show that to others and He sets us all side by side such that we walk the same earth at the same time.

Ecc 7:14 In the day of prosperity enjoy good, and in the day of adversity consider: God hath also set the one beside the other, to the end that man should find out nothing of what shall be after him.

When your only wisdom is the lie of free will, (you actually think free will exists) you necessarily have a difficult time expressing to those who suffer under that same lie any progress in a war wherein you set up the ideaology/lies of the enemy as legitmate governments in Iraq and Afghanistan and never catch the mouthpiece of the pagan lies that attacked you.

Those deceived the world rotates on free will necessarily have a hard time quantifying success in war:

“Tell us straight, Mr. President. Have we gained free will or lost any? What’s our progress here?” Anti-Christ asks through them.

To which anti-Christ speaks through Mr. President and replies: “We’ve given some to the Iraqi and Afghanistani peoples.”

“But .. but.. we’re not sure that’s an answer, Mr. President.
We can’t be certain who is ahead and behind on the free will scorecard. What is the threshold, the quantity ‘x’ at which we can all agree the enemy has lost so much free will that they can’t recover? How much free will are we getting and they are losing per dollar spent? You can see our problem, sir. We are accountable, responsible for such free will as we have got!”

“Although four years have gone by since September 11, government agencies have still not agreed on criteria to measure progress against terrorism, even though billions of dollars have been spent,” said Raphael Perl, author of the internal report by the Congressional Research Service.

“The risk is that without these criteria, we just take action and we measure progress retrospectively against what we’ve done. And of course since we’ve done some stuff, we’ve made progress,” he told Reuters in an interview on Monday.

Statistics often cited by U.S. officials — such as the death or capture of more than two-thirds of top al Qaeda leaders and the seizure of over $200 million in terrorist funds — do not show how much damage has actually been inflicted on militant groups, the report said.

What else can they say but more lies that supposedly prove free will? It is their only speech. Like the Babylonians, the Mayans, the Aztecs, and innumerable other civilizations in the midst of their prosperity and pride, it seems if their speech, thoughts and emotions make sense to them it must be permanent and if not, so what? They have no thought of God as He really is. Their speech doesn’t permit it.

But there is an end. Though they say to him “Lord Lord”, to God as Word, their speech is same as saying nothing.

Matthew 22:11-13 And the king, having gone in to see the guests, beheld there a man not clothed with a wedding garment. And he says to him, My friend, how camest thou in here not having on a wedding garment? But he was speechless. Then said the king to the servants, Bind him feet and hands, and take him away, and cast him out into the outer darkness: there shall be the weeping and the gnashing of teeth.

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

White Supremacy and Islam? Anti-Christ unites two tumors in his mind to fight the Jews

Big pow wow/ big medicine in Syria:

David Duke again. Seems that somehow,
white supremacy has something to do with pro-Syrian president Bashad politics.

It was always obvious White Supremacy was never nationalistic patriotism so no surprise there. I know that because I am a new creation in Jesus Christ and the fundamentals of white supremacy must deny any such thing as new creation in Jesus Christ to make it seem we’re all stuck as the creature we were born as and the skin is their supposed final proof.

But even before I was born again , I knew White Supremacy isn’t about being white, even though my earthly clothes have always been white and will be in heaven.
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ancillary:

(despite the lies of anti-Christ that in heaven there are no races and we’re all the same color up there, that isn’t so. God very plainly says that we will be raised in the flesh from which we came minus the former corruption of that flesh:)

Job 19:26 And if after my skin this shall be destroyed, yet from out of my flesh shall I see God;

Exodus 34:30 And Aaron and all the children of Israel saw Moses, and behold, the skin of his face shone; and they were afraid to come near him.

Revelation 7:4-17 And I heard the number of the sealed, a hundred and forty-four thousand, sealed out of every tribe of the sons of Israel: out of the tribe of Juda, twelve thousand sealed; out of the tribe of Reuben, twelve thousand; out of the tribe of Gad, twelve thousand; out of the tribe of Aser, twelve thousand; out of the tribe of Nepthalim, twelve thousand; out of the tribe of Manasseh, twelve thousand; out of the tribe of Simeon, twelve thousand; out of the tribe of Levi, twelve thousand; out of the tribe of Issachar, twelve thousand; out of the tribe of Zabulun, twelve thousand; out of the tribe of Joseph, twelve thousand; out of the tribe of Benjamin, twelve thousand sealed. After these things I saw, and lo, a great crowd, which no one could number, out of every nation and tribes and peoples and tongues, standing before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palm branches in their hands. And they cry with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God who sits upon the throne, and to the Lamb. And all the angels stood around the throne, and the elders, and the four living creatures, and fell before the throne upon their faces, and worshipped God, saying, Amen: Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honour, and power, and strength, to our God, to the ages of ages. Amen. And one of the elders answered, saying to me, These who are clothed with white robes, who are they, and whence came they? And I said to him, My lord, thou knowest. And he said to me, These are they who come out of the great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and have made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore are they before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple, and he that sits upon the throne shall spread his tabernacle over them. They shall not hunger any more, neither shall they thirst any more, nor shall the sun at all fall on them, nor any burning heat; because the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall shepherd them, and shall lead them to fountains of waters of life, and God shall wipe away every tear from their eyes.

See the distinction in races that are all in heaven as tabernacles of new creations in Jesus Christ? The ethnic sons of Israel are there but as new creation. The ethnic sons and aughters of the nations are there but as new creation; they are all united in new creation, not in trying to be the same color. We are the total Church/Israel. Very plainly God is not a multiculturalist or a ‘melting pot’.

What God does in new creation in Jesus Christ is annihilate ‘culturalism’ outright, so there are (edit: ..are NO..” (anti-Christ fights us every instant to have his say through our flesh. That’s just the daily grind) no singulars to combine into ‘multi-culturalism’. (in that last sentence the ‘no’ was left out initally to make it appear the alien of the truth that is evident in it now. )

See how anti-Christ works? He lies that only one race will be in heaven. That seems to empower not only the lie of multi-culturalism (melting pot! melting pot!) but also a hatred of one race for the others (My Color! My Color! ..will be the only one left standing at the end! ). Both are a lie.

If you are not non-metaphorically born again as real, literal new creation in Jesus Christ, you will burn in the lake of fire.

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Okay. So everybody knows white supremacy isn’t about patriotism.

But pro-Syrian?

Note to FBI domestic terrorism guys: follow the money.

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There is an echo in here …in here ..in here.

See the effect? Anti-Christ calls it translation. It is simple repetition of a spell of witchcraft back and forth from the crowd to the featured guest in the illusion that because their ethnic and geographical variation of the non-creating speech of sin has different pronunciation, it must necessarily really be different. Go divided anti-Christ/non-creating speech of sin against itself at Babel. But it is still all the same speech.

David Duke: I come from the peace-loving people in America to the peace-loving people of Syria.

Crowd cheers.

Interpreter: If you please, no shouting.

Interpreter:I have come from the peace-loving American people to the peace-loving Syrian people.

David Duke: I come from the peace-loving people of America to your great peace-loving president of Syria.

Interpreter: I have come from the peace-loving American people to your peace-loving Syrian president.

Crowd: Our soul and our blood we will sacrifice for you, oh Bashar.

Our soul and our blood we will sacrifice for you, oh Bashar.

Our soul and our blood we will sacrifice for you, oh Bashar.

David Duke: It is only in America and around the world, it is only the Zionists who want war rather than peace.

Interpreter: All over the world… In America, and all over the world, it is only the Zionists who want war instead of peace.

David Duke: It hurts my heart to tell you that part of my country is occupied by Zionists, just as part of your country, the Golan Heights, is occupied by Zionists.

Interpreter: It saddens me and it hurts my heart to tell you that parts of my country are occupied, just as parts of your country, namely the occupied Golan, are occupied by the Zionists.

David Duke: The Zionists occupy most of the American media and now control much of American government.

Interpreter: The Zionists control most of the media outlets, and they also control the American government.

David Duke: It is not just the West Bank of Palestine, it is not just the Golan Heights that are occupied by the Zionists, but Washington DC, and New York, and London, and many other capitals in the world.

Interpreter: It is not just the West Bank, Gaza, and the Golan Heights that are occupied by the Zionists. Washington D.C., New York, London, and other cities and capitals around the world are occupied by the Zionists.

David Duke: Your fight for freedom is the same as our fight for freedom.

Interpreter: Just as the Europeans are fighting for freedom, the Arabs are fighting for freedom.

David Duke: I bring you a message from many Americans, from many people in Britain, and around the Western world. We say in unison: No war for Israel.

Interpreter: I have brought you a message from most of the Western world, from America, from Britain. The message is: No to war, no to Israel.

Duke: No war for Israel!

Crowd chants along with David Duke

David Duke: No war for Israel, no war for Israel, no war for Israel, no war for Israel!

Interpreter: No to a war for the sake of Israel… No to a war for the sake of Israel… No to a war for the sake of Israel…

Okay. So he goes overseas and is immediately overcome by anti-Christ in the peculiarity of an English pygmy speak easily repeated that exaggerates any emotional affect of his words while reciting the spell.

hurts my heart …no war for Israel…the Zionist ..occupy…we say in unison…

I suppose if he were to go Berkley he would be overcome with spirits of dude-speak.

Proverbs 6:12-19 A man of Belial, a wicked person, is he that goeth about with a perverse mouth; he winketh with his eyes, he speaketh with his feet, he teacheth with his fingers; deceits are in his heart; he deviseth mischief at all times, he soweth discords. Therefore shall his calamity come suddenly: in a moment shall he be broken, and without remedy. These six things doth Jehovah hate, yea, seven are an abomination unto him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood; a heart that deviseth wicked imaginations; feet that are swift in running to mischief; a false witness that uttereth lies, and he that soweth discords among brethren.

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

November 27, 2005

Anti-Christ ignores what doesn’t validate his speech

Anti-Christ ignores what reveals his governmental policies to be abject failures and lies, even given his false goals and false definition of victory.

Variously:

“Secret Prison?”

Let’s see, men are sent on a task to actually look for Osama bin Laden, as in beat the bushes, talk to the locals, etc. and not in any way participate in professional, sustained, prolonged-as-strategy stalemate warfare.

They find a source who knows a guy who knows a guy.. who might know where he is. These are not common persons who want money, but connected to the Muslim worldwide jihad in every way. The source gives them information.

Later on, the men are back stabbed by the policies of anti-Christ in the US government and betrayed and wrongly presented to the world as running a ’secret prison’ wherein they are supposedly torturing people to get the quality intel they were getting. Otherwise, the anti-Christ portion of the US military and intelligence community has no explanation as to why their can’t find anything and their own ‘methods’ don’t work (and yet they want more people to do the same methods:

The number of Arabic translators dismissed from the U.S. military due to their sexual orientation dropped dramatically in 2004, according to Pentagon data released Thursday.

Only one gay Arabic language speaker was discharged this year, and no Farsi speakers were let go. In contrast, between 1993 and 2003, 54 Arabic and nine Farsi speakers were dismissed under the military’s “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy.

Note: if you find a source who knows where Osama bi laden is physically located, and that source doesn’t wish to tell you where he is, and you are a private citizen and not sanctioned (or will in the future will, with no notice, have your genuine sanction pulled if you actually get results) and you keep that source anyway ‘against their ‘free’ will’, the US government, no matter what damage anti-Christ through Osama does to the U.S. or the world in the future if allowed to remain alive, will come after you because you have kidnapped another person and have assaulted the lie of ‘free’ will of all men during a war.

Not only so, but if you are in a foriegn country, the US government will detain you as “running a private prison”, put that out as a media ploy (seized on by our enemies) and will be so afraid of the pagan world as to bow immediately before their deceived hearts in a standard policy of not catching Osama bin Laden.

If you actually believe that anyone wants genuine truth in the anti-Christ portion of the US government, think again. Have back-ups for the back-ups and mail drops that are automatically triggered if you don’t show up if you actually have the goods. God does what God will do.

SO: the back stabbed, which included a man who was a professional television journalist there for the specific purpose of documenting the whole thing (who had video evidence to prove themselves innocent) are now in jail and the videos gone, held by the Afghan/Islamic government at the behest of the US government.

AND:

Osama is still at large doing the anti-Christ do.

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The seized-on-by-our-enemies part:

Gulf Times Newspaper - Qatar, Gulf and World News - Pakistan/Afghanistan

In mid-2004 Afghan police arrested three US nationals for running a private secret prison in the capital Kabul.

The leader of the group, “Jack” Idema, said they were working with the knowledge of the US Defence Department, but the American military distanced itself from the men.

An Afghan court found them guilty in September last year of running a private prison and torturing at least eight Afghans in a vigilante counter-terror operation.

They were sentenced to between eight and 10 years in prison each, but the terms were in March cut to between two and five years. – AFP

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More on Jack Idema / Task Force Sabre 7 and Julie Sirrs (two unconnected persons and groups but related in the overall war as ignored and back stabbed):

here

here

here

here

here

Whatever happened to this:

Mr Woodward recounts the parting instructions given to “Gary” by the head of the CIA’s counter-terrorism centre before he left for Afghanistan. “You have one mission,” he was told. “Go find the Al Qaeda and eliminate them . . . Get bin Laden, find him. I want his head in a box . . . I want to take it down and show the President.” —LT

Guess that is a faux pau now as regards the lie of George Bush that Islam is the new America.

Ephesians 6:11-19 Put on the panoply of God, that ye may be able to stand against the artifices of the devil: because our struggle is not against blood and flesh, but against principalities, against authorities, against the universal lords of this darkness, against spiritual power of wickedness in the heavenlies. For this reason take to you the panoply of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and, having accomplished all things, to stand. Stand therefore, having girt about your loins with truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and shod your feet with the preparation of the glad tidings of peace: besides all these , having taken the shield of faith with which ye will be able to quench all the inflamed darts of the wicked one. Have also the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is God’s word; praying at all seasons, with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching unto this very thing with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints; and for me in order that utterance may be given to me in the opening of my mouth to make known with boldness the mystery of the glad tidings,

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

beware the alternate literal ..of toys too

Remember SpongeBob ‘ripped pants’?

Via Jihad Watch:

Now anti-Christ is copying the toys/feel-good/poster-widget-for-positve-emotions given out by U.S. soldiers to Iraqi children and putting booby-trapped grenades in them.

Anti-Christ only starts with his speech as an alternate literal of God as Word, Love, Peace, Spirit and Person of Truth. Then he moves on to his real agenda: non-creation and death of all that is in the guise of forcing on all he can the lie of emotional opportunity and what makes the non-regenerate think they have actually fed on positive emotions as spiritual substance.

2 Samuel 22:4-7 I will call upon Jehovah, who is to be praised; So shall I be saved from mine enemies. For the waves of death encompassed me, Torrents of Belial made me afraid. The bands of Sheol surrounded me; The cords of death encountered me; In my distress I called upon Jehovah, And I cried to my God; And he heard my voice out of his temple, And my cry came into his ears.

Galatians 4:6,7 But because ye are sons, God has sent out the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying, Abba, Father. So thou art no longer bondman, but son; but if son, heir also through God.

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

The People in Mongolia

We’re doing seventy down I-10 twenty miles from Texas. The car glides over the road in front of us and the trees get thinner as we go. We’ve got the windows down and the wind is blowing her hair around. She’s got her shades on and the country goes by her eyes in rounded silver with her cute nose just beneath. Her ears are beautiful. Elegant.

“You got anything from your folks?” She speaks without turning, staring out at the road, the horizon ahead.

“What you see is what you got. Just my face and name. Some things in my mind. Maybe some spiritual stuff too.”

“No keepsake?”

“No. Nothing like that.”

She pulls up her purse from underneath her feet and sets it in her lap, rummages for a while and brings out a hard eyeglass case. She opens it and shows me a glass chili pepper with a hole in the big end. “One year when we had money momma bought this set of Christmas lights. It was real expensive.” The silver shines my way. “This is all I got, except maybe what you said too.”

She hands it to me. It’s heavy, good quality. The green and the red aren’t painted on and it looks hand blown. It’s really nice, but lonely in a way. I hold it up to the light with one hand and a kaleidoscope of color dances on her leg. She smiles.

We pass a sign for a Mom and Pop hotel. Her sunglasses flash as she turns back toward the sign. “You ever sat on one of those shaking beds?”

“The ones where you put the quarters in and the whole. . .?” She’s nodding and smiling. “Yeah.”

“Momma said it was a waste of money. But daddy did it anyway. We’d all sit there and daddy would put in quarters and we’d just shake together.” She shakes her head in a slight vibration and smiles to herself. I smile too. I can’t help it. I know what she means.

“I always wanted to do it again to be sure.”

A van pulls out from behind and passes us pulling a trailer. One side of the tarp h