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Pam Funke is the grand-daughter of a Pastor and was brought up in the church. Her love of reading led her to write for the enjoyment of others. She lives in Hinesville, Georgia with her son and daughter.
Our current world is full of chaos, turmoil, hatred, wars, starvation, murders and strife. Every day the world spirals more and more out of control. The people of the world feel helpless and are looking for someone, anyone to save them. Who will save them and bring peace to the world? Can the birth of a single child be the answer to their prayers? Where is God in all of this? Is anyone even searching for Him or are they too caught up in the world to even bother looking?
Nicolaitanes Balac, a man who is quickly gaining political power and reverence, has enlisted the help of General Alexander Ludlow and The Group in an attempt to bring about peace and serenity for the entire world. Hence, the birth of Operation Dark Angel, a military operation designed to bring about world peace. Or is it? Will the operation really bring an end to the turmoil, violence and hatred or will it make matters worse? What can the people of the world do to regain control of the world?
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform; 1 edition (June 4, 2013)
Just outside of
Washington D.C., Halle Smith was sitting at home alone flipping through the
television channels. There is so much turmoil going on in the world. It
seemed as though every single channel that she turned to was about some
disaster or another. Hurricanes and monsoons killing people, people starving to
death in Africa, North Korea threatening to bomb South Korea, children being
used for warfare, gang violence, serial killers, suicide bombers, the list went
on and on and on. Halle was overcome by
all that she saw.
“Oh Lord, why is
all of this happening? Why is there so much pain and hurt in the world?” Halle
asked.
Tears were steadily
streaming down her face; she was incredibly saddened by what she saw. But what
was worse was the fact that no one seemed to care. The news reporters showed no
emotions whatsoever as they reported the horrible news. Just what is wrong
with people?
She wished that her
husband, Richard, was home from work. She really wanted someone to talk to. She
didn’t really want to be alone, at least not right now. Her heart felt as
though it was breaking. She turned the television off and called some of her
friends to fellowship for a while. Strange, everyone seemed to be busy as all
she got was voicemail after voicemail. She hung the phone up disgusted. Why
is it that whenever I need someone they are never available, but if they need
me I am always available? I don’t understand it.
She walked through
the house tidying up. She glanced at the clock; it would be hours before her
husband came home. She picked up her Bible and drove to the church. Wow, the
parking lot sure is packed this morning. I wonder what is going on. She had
never seen this many cars at the church except on Sundays. It took her over
fifteen minutes to find an available parking spot. She grabbed her Bible and
hurried into the church afraid that she was missing something important.
Inside the church,
the sanctuary was packed with people. Halle wasn’t sure if she was going to be
able to find any place to sit. Bishop Williams was already preaching, for how
long she had no idea. She sat quietly at
the back of the church listening.
“Brothers and
sisters, right now is the time in which you must make a decision! Are you going
to continue living the way that you currently are or will you live for Christ?
Look around at the world around us. The crime rate is skyrocketing through the
roof, the amount of natural disasters is increasing in amount and intensity,
homosexuality is on the rise, our children are becoming desensitized by the
world around them, brother is going against brother, children against their
parents, children are murdering at younger and younger ages, our society is
accepting immoral and ungodly behavior, people are turning their backs on God,
and our economy is in the toilet. These are not things that should alarm you or
scare you, not if you are living for Christ as all these things were foretold
in the Bible. Turn with me in your Bibles to 2 Timothy 3: 1-5, 12-15. When
you’re there say amen, if you need more time say wait,” Bishop Williams
preached.
He looked out over
the congregation waiting for those who were looking for the passages in their
Bible to find them. He smiled to himself, he was glad that so many people had
come to listen. If only he could reach each and every one of them. The
congregation stood as he began to read the scripture.
“But know this,
that in the last days perilous times will come: For men will be lovers of
themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to
parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without
self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers
of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying
its power. And from such people turn away! Brothers and sisters, we see
much of this behavior going on today and it’s getting worse. Unfortunately, we
are even seeing this behavior in the church. But, I am here to tell you today
that there is still hope for you. However, you must repent of your evil ways,
accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior, and live for Him. I pray that you do this
before time runs out,” he looked around the room waiting. The congregation
remained silent.
“Yes, and all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will suffer
persecution. But evil men and impostors will grow worse and worse, deceiving
and being deceived. But you must continue in the things which you have learned
and been assured of, knowing from whom you have learned them, and that from
childhood you have known the Holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise
for salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus. Yes, as followers of
Christ we can expect to have trials and tribulations even more so than
non-believers, we will also be persecuted in His name. As Jesus himself,
suffered trials and tribulations, and was persecuted how can we expect not to
be? But regardless we will make it through because God is always with us! No
matter what you are going through, nothing. I say again, NOTHING is too great
for God to handle. He will work it all out for our good. Remember that we are going
through so that God will get the glory,” he continued.
“Amen,” replied
several members of the congregation.
Halle was taking
notes as fast as she could. Many questions popped into her head while she was
listening to Bishop Williams. She wrote down all of her questions in the margin
of her notepad so that she could ask him about them after the service.
“Turn with me now
to Mark 13:5-37, And Jesus, answering them, began to say: “Take heed that no
one deceives you. For many will come in My name, saying, 'I am He,' and will
deceive many.” We have seen many deceivers in recent years. For example,
think back to the Waco incident, the priest in Florida that convinced his
entire congregation to tattoo the number of the beast on themselves. There are
many more if you want to look it up for yourselves. But when you hear of
wars and rumors of wars, do not be troubled; for such things must happen, but
the end is not yet. We have heard of war in Iraq, Afghanistan, Ireland,
Africa; and we have heard of rumors of war in Korea, Russia. But we need to be
encouraged brothers and sisters, as Jesus himself said that these things must
happen in the end times. We need to take comfort in knowing that the end is not
yet! Use this time to get right with the Lord! Preach His good news to
everyone. Live your life for Him in every aspect of your life. When people look
at you, they should see the love of God shining through. We are an example to
the world. You are the only Jesus that some people will ever see,” Bishop
Williams preached. He started walking back in forth across the front of the
sanctuary.
“For nation will
rise against nation. We have seen this all throughout history: World War I
and World War II for example. Kingdom against kingdom. Earthquakes in
various places. There have been devastating earthquakes in the past few
years, many in places that are not common for earthquakes. Famines and
troubles. Africa has seen famine for many years. It is also affecting other
areas of the world. We will be persecuted for his sake. The gospel
must be first preached in all the nations. We will be hated by all for His
name’s sake. Continue reading Mark 13 on your own. Let’s move on,” Bishop
Williams said returning to the pulpit.
“Turn with me in
your Bibles to Revelation 6:1-6. When you’re there say amen, if you need more
time say wait,” Bishop Williams preached.
Halle was
mesmerized. She was so excited and couldn’t wait to hear what the pastor was
going to say next.
“Now I saw when
the Lamb opened one of the seals; and I heard one of the four living creatures
saying with a voice like thunder, "Come and see,” And I looked, and
behold, a white horse. He who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to
him, and he went out conquering and to conquer. When He opened the second seal,
I heard the second living creature saying, "Come and see,” Another horse,
fiery red, went out. And it was granted to the one who sat on it to take peace
from the earth, and that people should kill one another; and there was given to
him a great sword. When He opened the third seal, I heard the third living
creature say, "Come and see,” So I looked, and behold, a black horse, and
he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four
living creatures saying, "A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three
quarts of barley for a denarius; and do not harm the oil and the wine,” We
have been given the different signs of the end of days. What we do with the
information, is up to each and every one of us. I leave you with these questions
to contemplate. How will you continue to live your life? Will you live each day
as though it were your last? Will you live your life serving God and doing His
will? May each of you make the decision to live for Christ and do it willingly?
May God watch over each of you until we meet again,” Bishop Williams said
before turning and leaving the sanctuary.
Wow. There was still so much that she wanted, no needed,
to know. She gathered her things quickly and pushed through the crowd after
Bishop Williams.
“Bishop? Bishop
Williams? Do you have a moment?” Halle called out. Bishop Williams turned
around to see who was calling him.
“Ah, Halle. How are
you my dear?” Bishop Williams asked taking her hand.
“I’m okay. I just
have some questions that I wanted to discuss with you,” Halle replied urgently.
“Well, come into my
office and I’ll see what I can do about answering those questions for you,”
Bishop Williams said.
“Thank you,” Halle
replied following the Bishop into his office.
*****
Meanwhile in Rome,
Italy an unknown young man was rapidly becoming of interest to Italy. He was extremely
good-looking with an incredible speaking ability. When he talked people
listened. He was a direct descendant of the Roman Emperor Nero Germanicus. For
some strange reason, this fact alone impressed many people. He had been born
right there in Rome, Italy. He had taken a fancy to politics at an early age as
he was only 28 years old and had already been advising the Italian President on
many different issues. He was quite pleased with his accomplishments, but they
were only the beginning of things to come. His ultimate goal was not just to
rule Italy, but to become ruler of the entire world. He would accomplish this
goal at any cost.
*****
Gage Cameron was
the top news reporter for ICNN news. He was proud to be the best; he had worked
hard at it. That was probably why he was no longer married. He had worked long
hours and was hardly ever at home. He still had not changed. His wife Carol,
ex-wife actually, used to constantly get on his case about working so hard and
always being gone. She was always telling him how he neglected her and when
were they going to start working on having a family. It used to drive him
crazy. At least he no longer had to worry about such things and he could focus
completely on his job. It was better this way. He kind of liked it by himself
with no one to answer to or to constantly nag him; he was not sure why he had
married Carol in the first place. It was not like he was the marrying kind of
guy anyway. One of these days he would stop lying to himself, but not now. One
day though.
Gage Cameron was
meeting his source at a local café in downtown Bagdad, Iraq. He had just
finished a big story and was looking for his next big break. He was a little
anxious, but a little nervous as well as he had never met his source in person
before. He was kind of curious as to why she had insisted on meeting in person
this time. It must be a really big story. He sat there quietly sipping
his cappuccino and imaging what she must look like. He kept imagining all these
young, beautiful actress-type women. He sat smiling to himself. His smile
disappeared however, when an older, plain woman sat down at the table with him.
He looked at her puzzled.
“May I help you?”
he asked.
“No, Gage. It is I
who will be helping you,” she replied.
“Ros?” he asked.
“Yes, it is nice to
finally meet you face to face, Gage Cameron,” she replied extending her hand.
“It’s nice to meet
you as well,” Gage replied a little disappointed.
“Now, let’s get
down to business,” she said lowering her voice. “I have two stories for you for
now. The first one, Nicolaitanes Balac is going to be named President of Italy.
That’s a story that you will definitely want to cover. The other story, you
will need to go to Israel. There’s going to be a lot of interesting stories
going on over there in the next few weeks that you are going to want to cover
as well. Israel is going to be attacked,” she whispered.
“What? How do you
know these things?” he asked.
“I’m not at liberty
to tell you. All I can say is that if you cover these stories, you will be the
envy of all the other reporters—you will have breaking news stories before
anyone else. They will definitely boost your career,” she said.
She held out her
hand, “I will be in touch. Keep doing me proud with your excellent reports.”
Gage stood up and
shook her hand. “I really do appreciate what you are doing for me, but why me?”
Gage asked.
“Do you doubt your
work Gage?” she asked standing up to leave.
He looked at her offended.
Of course, I don’t doubt my work. What kind of reply is that? He walked
her to her car then walked to his car rental. He was excited with the
information that was just given to him, but he had a lot of questions as well.
He could not wait to get started. He figured that he had better find his camera
man, Byron and head to Rome, Italy. What a story this is going to be, if it
truly happens.
She got into the
back of the Town car. “Did he buy it?” the man asked.
“But of course; he
always does,” she replied.
“Good. Good. We may
have use of him yet,” he replied.
The man smiled to
himself. She had the driver take them back to his private plane. Things were
most definitely going according to plan.
*****
Down in the lab of
the new top secret facility at Fort Stewart, Georgia, a group of scientists had
started working on a new biological experiment. They weren’t the only facility
to begin experiments as all of the facilities had been ordered to do one
experiment or another. They were creating BTX and testing its strengths,
weaknesses and vulnerabilities. Charlie Andrews hated the testing phase of this
as they were testing various stages of the BTX on animals and studying the
effects. Some of the animals had died which made Charlie really sad and angry.
He was an animal lover and despised harming them in any way.
“Charlie, how else
are we going to gain the knowledge we need? We cannot test this on people. You
know that, right? Besides, just think about how many humans and animals that we
will be able to help when we’re done. We will have the cure to reverse the
process,” Grant consoled him.
Charlie just looked
at him. He knew Grant was right, but that didn’t make it right. Charlie just
nodded. He held the animal that had just died gently. He smoothed the fur and
closed its eyes. Then he gently put it in the box and closed the lid. He
labeled the box accordingly and placed it with the others for dissection and
study. He was glad that he was not a part of that portion of the project. He
didn’t have the stomach or the heart for that
*****
Back on the
outskirts of Washington D.C., Richard Smith was finally home from a long, hard
day at work. He couldn’t wait to relax in front of the television and eat his
dinner. He hoped that Halle had dinner waiting as he was extremely hungry, but
he walked into a dark, quiet, empty house. Now just where is Halle? I bet
she’s up at that stupid church again. I don’t know why she even bothers with
that stuff? He plopped down onto the couch and turned the television on to
watch the news.
*****
Nicolaitanes Balac
was in the process of going to Barcelona, Spain for a UN convention. He had
been invited to attend with President Adamo Ricci. Rosalind was also coming
along as Nicolaitanes’ assistant. The meeting was a very important development
for Nicolaitanes’ success Rosalind knew. She doubted if anyone else would know
the significance.
More than 200
delegates from around the world were in attendance. There were people
representing various religions and nationalities from around the world. There
were Catholic, Episcopalian, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, Jewish and Sikhs present.
There were leaders of countries and religions of both men and women in
attendance. They were all dressed up in their Sunday best. Rosalind was
definitely impressed. She sat proudly in her chair next to Nicolaitanes. It
is wonderful watching a major historical moment in time. I wonder if
Nicolaitanes is going to speak here.
Nicolaitanes laid
his hand on her shoulder. “No, Rosalind. It is not my place to speak here today.
We are here for other purposes,” he whispered quietly. Nicolaitanes is being
compliant. I wonder why?
*****
Back in Rome, the
archdiocese was awaiting the arrival of Patriarch Bartola. Lou Spiel had left half
an hour ago to pick him up from the airport. The room was filled with
excitement; even Pope Paul John had arrived unexpectantly. This is a meeting
that no one will soon forget.
At the airport, Lou
waited near the baggage claim holding a sign with Patriarch Bartola’s name on
it. He wasn’t sure exactly what to expect as he had no clue what the man looked
like. He certainly wasn’t expecting the young, handsome gentleman that walked
over to him.
“Patriarch Josef
Bartola?” he asked extending his hand.
“Yes,” the man
replied.
“I am Lou Spiel and
will be driving you to the meeting. I am also your personal assistant while you
are here. Let me know if you need anything at all, okay?” Lou said taking his
bags and placing them in the trunk of the car. He then held the door open for
Josef. This is going to be an interesting assignment.
Lou was excited;
anything to get out once in a while. He had been stuck in “the dungeon” working
on scrolls and biblical prophecy for the church for years. Although, his head
was full of vast knowledge, he hadn’t seen much of the world. This was finally
his chance to.
Half an hour later,
they arrived back at the Vatican. Lou led Josef quietly to the private offices
and knocked softly on the door. A man wearing robes peered at the two men,
before motioning for them to come inside. Another man stepped in front of Lou,
gently placing his palm on the man’s chest stopping him.
“You are dismissed
for now, Mr. Spiel. Please close the door behind you,” he said.
Lou was
disappointed, but he did as he was told. He went to a nearby bench in the
hallway and sat down to wait.
“Please have a
seat,” the man said to Patriarch Bartola.
Josef looked around
the room. There were quite a few people there. But that is not what surprised
him; he was very astonished to see the Pope in attendance. He was pleased, yes
very pleased indeed. After everyone was sitting quietly, a gentleman to the
left of the Pope got up and stood before the group.
*****
The man stood
outside staring up at the Vatican building. He shook his head sadly. “And I
saw three unclean spirits like frogs coming out of the mouth of the dragon, out
of the mouth of the beast, and out of the mouth of the false prophet. For they
are spirits of demons, performing signs, which go out to the kings of the earth
and of the whole world, to gather them to the battle of that great day of God
Almighty,” he said out loud and was gone.
*****
“Gentlemen, I am
pleased that we could all be here today to meet with our esteemed guest,
Patriarch Josef Bartola. Patriarch Bartola, I am sure that you are wondering
why we had you come so far away from home. We have been watching your work and
needless to say, we are very pleased. I personally am very impressed with your
natural ability to lead and persuade your congregation,” he said.
Josef smiled.
“Thank you very much. I believe that I have a natural ability for this.
Spreading the word of God is my calling. I believe that I was chosen by God
directly for this,” he beamed.
The Pope stood up
slowly for he was extremely old and frail. He gently laid his hand on the
shoulder of the speaker and gestured towards Patriarch Bartola. I don’t know
why, but I feel it in my bones that he is the one that I’ve been waiting for.
He will be my replacement; the one who will be the right hand of The Child,
once we find him. Thank you God for allowing me to live long enough to see
this.
“Patriarch Bartola,
my son, please come forward to me. I wish to bless you,” Pope John said
extending his arm.
Isn’t this
unusual even for him? I mean he just met me and knows absolutely nothing about
me. Doesn’t he usually give his blessings to special people? Josef stood and walked over to the Pope. He kneeled
before him and kissed each of his hands as was the custom. The men in the room
all kneeled before the Pope and extended their hands towards Patriarch Bartola.
Pope John laid his hands on Josef.
“Before the eyes of
God and the men before me, I bless you in the name of the Father, the Son and
the Holy Spirit. May your comings and your goings be blessed. May your works be
acceptable to God Almighty. May God be blessed in all that you do,” Pope John
said.
He helped him to
his feet, “I am old my son. I would like very much for you to remain here in
Rome teaching our congregation and studying to someday take my place here. This
is right in the eyes of God. Will you do this my son?” Pope John asked.
“Yes sir, it would
be an honor,” Josef replied humbly.
“Good. Then here is
your first assignment, I wish for you to go with Lou to attend the UN summit in
Barcelona. Here are your tickets,” the Pope replied handing him two airline
tickets and sitting back down. He felt good about the young man.
The UN summit?
Why on earth do I need to go there? Why is the Pope so interested in the UN? Josef took the tickets. He dared not question the
Pope. It must be extremely important for me to be there. After all, they
already had the airline ticket with my name on it. What would they have done if
I had said no? Josef and Lou left immediately for the airport.
*****
Meanwhile in
Barcelona, the assemblyman stood at the podium and asked for quiet.
“Ladies and
gentlemen of the United Nations (UN), thank you all for coming. I come before
you this morning to propose that we create a United World Religion (UWR). As we
are all aware of the turmoil, violence, war, civil unrest that is taking over
the world at an alarming rate, especially in the Middle East. There are wars
and rumors of wars for the sake of religious beliefs. We must agree that the
majority of it, if not all of it, is due to religious differences—namely Christianity.
Because of the vast diversity of beliefs, it causes humanity to quarrel and
inflict war upon each other. In order to bring about peace we need to get rid
of the hatefulness, the unwillingness to accept one another as brothers and
sisters despite our religious and cultural differences.” he said pausing for
effectiveness.
“If we create the
UWR, it will incorporate all religions into one. All are welcome. By forming a
one world religion we will unify the earth and bring about peace. With a one
world religion, no one will be coerced to participate in any religious rituals
as with the Christian faith. It will accept all religious beliefs. No one will
be made to feel as an outsider. Homosexuals will be welcome here; they will not
be shunned by the people like elsewhere. No one will be made to feel as though
their sinful nature is unforgiveable and not tolerated. This will be a growing
global unity dedicated to enduring daily interfaith cooperation and ending
religiously motivated violence, creating cultures of peace, justice and healing
for all the inhabitants of the earth,” he continued.
Josef could not
believe his ears. That was exactly what he dreamed of doing. How did that
man possibly know? So this was why I’ve been sent to this summit. Now,
how will I get myself implemented into all of this?
“Do not worry
Josef. Your steps have been ordered,” the voice said.
Josef looked
around; no one was paying any attention to him. So who just spoke to me?
*****
The man stood in
the middle of the general assembly. He looked around at all those in
attendance.
“Now the Spirit
expressly says that in latter times some will depart from the faith, giving
heed to deceiving spirits and doctrines of demons, speaking lies in hypocrisy,
having their own conscience seared with a hot iron, forbidding to marry, and
commanding to abstain from foods which God created to be received with
thanksgiving by those who believe and know the truth.,” he spoke with a
loud authoritative voice. No one seemed to pay him any mind. He looked at the
assembly once more and was gone.
*****
“I would like to
introduce to the assembly a young man sent to us by the Administration of the
Patrimony of the Apostolic See. A man who has envisioned peace throughout the
world through a program such as this. I am pleased to introduce you to
Patriarch Josef Bartola. Please would you come forward sir?” the assemblyman
said clapping his hands.
The whole assembly
stood to their feet cheering and clapping. Josef was impressed. How did they
know? Wow, what a warm reception. They love me already. He walked up to the
podium. Surely this must be the will of God.
“Thank you so much
for that warm welcome. It is an honor to be invited here today. I truly believe
that a unified religion is the answer to stopping the majority of the violence
around the world. The UWR will be a world assembly for humanity’s spiritual
traditions. It will incorporate Catholic beliefs, Episcopalian beliefs, Muslim
beliefs, Buddhist beliefs, Hindu beliefs, Jewish beliefs, Sikh beliefs, Wiccan
beliefs, Polytheistic beliefs, Animism beliefs, Pantheism beliefs, and even
atheist beliefs. By incorporating these various religious beliefs and customs
it will serve to bring together a diverse people rather than to segregate them,
thus giving a more unified result. It will reach out and embrace all those who
profess to believe in god, no matter who or what their god may be. We, those
who are chosen to head this new assembly, will create a charter to govern the
UWR. It will be held accountable to you, the UN. This is definitely a step in
the right direction. I propose that we vote today to create the UWR.,” Josef
said.
He took a long
drink of the cool water that was offered to him. He stood watching everyone for
a moment before continuing; he wanted what he was saying to sink in.
“I want the same
things that each of you do, a world free of war, famine, pestilence, hatred, et
cetera. I truly believe that this will accomplish that,” Josef said full of
passion. “Thank you, ladies and gentlemen of the assembly,” Josef continued.
He bowed humbly
before the assembly before returning to his seat. He smiled to himself, things
are going well.
Rosalind was
impressed with the man. So this is why Nicolaitanes is here. I wonder how
Patriarch Bartola will fit in with Nicolaitanes’ plans. She glanced over at
Nicolaitanes; he was sitting quietly, completely emotionless. She couldn’t tell
what he was thinking.
President Ricci
turned to Nicolaitanes, “What do you think about all of this my friend?” he
asked quietly.
Nicolaitanes folded
his hands together in thought. “If it were a perfect world; the idea might
work. Perhaps, with an exceptional leader in charge of the whole world and
their complete freedom to run things as they see fit, I think that it would be
successful. However, there are still many flaws with the idea,” Nicolaitanes
commented quietly. President Ricci and Rosalind looked at Nicolaitanes puzzled.
“I think that it’s
a marvelous idea, Nicolaitanes,” Rosalind said.
Nicolaitanes raised
an eyebrow at her. She closed her mouth and kept quiet. This was not the time
or the place to question Nicolaitanes about his motives. She sat there quietly
listening to the murmur of voices talking amongst themselves.
President Ricci
abruptly stood. “Excuse me, assemblyman, but I would like to second the motion
to create the UWR. I further propose that we set a date to meet for the creation
of the charter and regulations and implement this to the world,” President
Ricci said.
“Are you sure that
you wish to do that my friend?” Nicolaitanes asked concerned.
President Ricci
smiled. “Of course Nicolaitanes, it is a good thing that we do here,” he
replied.
Nicolaitanes smiled
to himself; everything was going according to his plans. Now there are just
a few more things that need taking care of.
The UN assembly
voted unanimously in favor of creating the UWR. It would remain a secret from
the outside world for now until they were ready to announce it to the world.
More or less after they had it up and running and could enforce it.
*****
On the plane ride
back to Rome, President Ricci asked Nicolaitanes to join him in his private
quarters. Nicolaitanes knocked quietly on the door.
“Come in, my
friend,” President Ricci called out. Nicolaitanes entered the room.
“Ah Nicolaitanes, I
am so glad that you were able to accompany me. That was a very enlightening
revelation. When we return I would like for you to help me with a speech for
the people of Italy. What the UN is doing has given me an idea to help our own
country,” President Ricci said. “Come, I wish to show you something,” he
continued, unrolling a parchment onto the desk.
Nicolaitanes walked
over and looked at the parchment. He was looking at plans to convert the entire
country to Christianity. President Ricci had included a persuasive plan to show
how he intended to convince the people that Jesus was truly the only way to
heaven. This is not within my plans. What is President Ricci up to?
Is my friend truly one of them? How did I not see this coming?
“I’m not sure that
I like this,” he mumbled.
“What was that?”
President Ricci asked.
He looked over at
Nicolaitanes. What he saw shocked him. For a moment he thought he saw a look of
pure hatred on his friend Nicolaitanes’ face. President Ricci looked pale and
took a few steps back.
Well, that confirms my suspicions. I’ll have to do
something about this. “Are you
alright, my friend?” Nicolaitanes asked reaching out to support President
Ricci.
“Yes, I think so.
Please Nicolaitanes, help me to the sofa. I wish to lie down,” President Ricci
replied. What manner of evil was that?
Something evil glimmered in Nicolaitanes’ eyes for a moment. Is
something trying to take control of my friend? Perhaps I imagined it all. Lying
down for a while should help me to clear my head.
Nicolaitanes helped
his friend to lie down on the sofa. He poured him a glass of cold water from
the pitcher and helped him to drink it before placing the empty glass onto the
table.
“Thank you
Nicolaitanes. You are truly a caring and loving person. I thank you for this,”
President Ricci said warily.
He was feeling
unsure of himself. He kept trying to see a glimmer or hint of what he thought
he saw only a moment ago. But whatever it was, it was now gone.
Nicolaitanes placed
a pillow gently under President Ricci’s head.
“Thank you again,
Nicolaitanes. Please close the door on your way out,” President Ricci said
waving Nicolaitanes away.
Nicolaitanes turned
off the light as he quietly left the room. Although Nicolaitanes didn’t show
it, he was fuming. “No one dismisses me,” he mumbled angrily.
Nicolaitanes
grumbled all the way back to his seat. He plopped down in his seat sulking and
fumbled noisily with the magazine next to him. Rosalind glanced up from the
magazine that she was reading to see what was going on. Nicolaitanes looked livid.
Now what happened? Nicolaitanes
appears to be in one of his foul moods. It’s best to just leave him be
for a while. But I don’t ever remember seeing him so angry before. Rosalind
said nothing and went back to reading her magazine.
“How dare he? Doesn’t
he know who he’s talking to? Where’s my respect?” Nicolaitanes mumbled.
He sat there
drumming his fingers on the armrest, his foot tapping lightly on the floor. He
looked at Rosalind; she wasn’t paying him any mind whatsoever. Good, she’s
distracted. I have to take care of this now. I cannot allow him to get away
with this. He stood up and walked back to President Ricci’s quarters. He
quietly knocked on the door; no answer. He opened the door slightly and peered
inside. President Ricci was sitting on the edge of the couch, pale and hunched
over.
“Nicolaitanes help
me,” President Ricci whispered.
Nicolaitanes walked
over to his friend. He looked into his eyes with pure hatred and contempt. He
laid his hands on President Ricci’s wrists. Fear overcame President Ricci as he
stared into Nicolaitanes’ eyes.
“Nicolaitanes, what
are you doing?” he asked terrified.
Something pure evil
moved from Nicolaitanes’ body into President Ricci. It moved through his veins
quickly stopping his heart and erupting in his brain causing a massive cerebral
hemorrhage. Nicolaitanes smiled to himself. Problem solved. He gently
laid President Ricci’s body down and closed his eyes. He walked out of the room
and gently closed the door. He returned to his seat and looked out of the window.
“Ah, life is good,”
he said.
Rosalind looked at
him questioningly, but Nicolaitanes just ignored her. She turned and looked
down the walkway from where Nicolaitanes had just come. What happened back
there? She turned back around and continued reading her magazine.
A few minutes later
they heard a loud crash before the stewardess screamed. They both raced towards
the President’s quarters.
“What’s wrong my
dear? What’s going on? President Ricci, everything alright in there?”
Nicolaitanes called out with mock concern.
The stewardess came
out of the room tears streaming down her face. She looked scared. Nicolaitanes
grabbed her gently by her shoulders.
“What is it?” he
asked firmly.
“I……………I………..I………”
she stammered.
Nicolaitanes gently
slapped her across her face.
“Get a hold of
yourself woman and tell me what’s the matter?” he replied.
The stewardess
stared at him. She was quiet.
“Well?” he asked
again.
She looked down at
her feet. “I was bringing the President his afternoon tea, as he requested. And……..and…….and”
she said crying all over again.
She moved out of
the doorway. “Well, just see for
yourself,” she said before running away.
Nicolaitanes stared
into the room. He could see where the stewardess had dropped the teapot on the
floor. The china had shattered all over the floor. President Ricci didn’t move.
Is he really dead?
Rosalind pushed
past Nicolaitanes into the room. She saw the President lying on the couch
completely slack. He was extremely pale and turning colors. She reached for him
and checked for a pulse. She found none. She sadly shook her head at
Nicolaitanes.
“I’m so sorry
Nicolaitanes, but I’m afraid that he’s gone,” she said gently. Nicolaitanes
stared at her blankly. “I need to notify his aid and the pilot. They’ll have to
notify the proper authorities prior to landing the plane in Rome,” Rosalind
continued pushing past Nicolaitanes.
She wasn’t sure,
but she thought she saw Nicolaitanes smile for just a moment. Is this what
was bothering Nicolaitanes? Did he somehow know about this ahead of time? He
does seem to know about things before they happen; I still have no idea of how
he even does that. She walked to the cockpit to talk to the pilot.
*****
Gage and Byron
traveled to Rome, Italy, after his meeting with the source. Gage was a little
anxious to see if things were truly in the works to happen as she had
suggested. Their flight arrived in Rome on a gorgeous fall morning. Gage got
off the plane humming to himself.
Gage sure is in
a good mood. Byron smiled to himself.
He hoped that was a good sign. Perhaps he was finally getting over his divorce.
Gage had been in a funk ever since his wife left him. But who could blame her?
Gage hadn’t exactly been the model husband. Granted he had been faithful to his
wife, had treated her with respect, but he was more married to his job than to
her. That’s what had finally broken them apart. She’d had enough one day and
Gage had come home to an empty apartment. Byron had tried to warn him, but
nothing Byron had said had gotten through Gage’s thick headedness. Although
Gage would never admit it, he had wished that he had listened to Byron. But
it is too late now, Carol is gone. I hope that life is treating her well. She
really deserves someone who will treat her like a queen.
They went through customs
and gathered their luggage. Gage was excited about why they were here. He hoped
that they could get started right away, but he wasn’t exactly sure where they
should start. There was a story coming he knew, but he wasn’t sure when it
would take lace—Ros had not given him any specifics. Gage suggested that they
go to their hotel to check-in and freshen up a bit.
“So where do we
start? What’s the story that we are here to scoop out anyway, Gage? Are you
going to give me a hint at least?” Byron asked curiously.
“I don’t know yet.
All I know is that we’ll know it when we see it,” Gage smiled slyly. He put his
bag down on the bed.
“What do you say we
do some sightseeing and get some footage of the city? You never know what we
might find. Besides it’s a beautiful day. Way too nice to stay indoors,” Gage
said grabbing his jacket.
They took a taxi to
the tourist areas of the city. Byron filmed the various attractions they
visited; the Colosseum, The Fountain di Trevi, and The Basilica of San Giovanni
in Latesano. He was awed by the city’s colorful history and beauty. I
definitely have to bring Karin here sometime; she would absolutely love it
here. Byron reviewed the footage that they had taken earlier in the day. It
looked really good. If nothing else, at least I have something of this trip
that I can happily share with the family.
“I think that we
shot some good footage today Gage, although I’m not sure what we can use it for
just yet,” Byron said.
“Perhaps, but the
story we came here for is still in the works somehow,” Gage replied.
*****
Halle had an
enjoyable lunch with her new friend Amy. She had invited Amy to go to church
with her, but once again she had politely turned Halle down. She wouldn’t give
up on her. She drove to the church to meet with Bishop Williams. Halle got
comfortable on the couch in his office before opening her Bible and getting out
her notebook. Bishop Williams looked at her and smiled. She sure has been
absorbing as much as she can lately. She is so eager to hear about
everything. Bishop Williams wished that everyone had her desire. He sat
down in the recliner across from her.
“Tell me about
those questions that you have, Halle,” Bishop Williams asked gently.
“Well, Bishop I
have quite a lot of questions today. Are you sure that you have time to answer
them all?” Halle asked hopefully.
“Take all the time
that you need, Halle,” Bishop Williams replied.
“Okay. First
question: Can anyone go to heaven? What does one have to do to earn it?” Halle
inquired picking up her pen, ready to write down what the Bishop said.
“To answer your
question, yes, Halle anyone who accepts Jesus Christ can go to heaven. John 3:
5 says, ‘Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be
born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.’ One
cannot earn the right to go to heaven, they cannot buy their way into heaven
nor can they pay for it with their good works. Without having first accepted
Jesus, no one can enter the kingdom of heaven,” Bishop Williams replied.
She hurriedly wrote
down everything that was said, especially the scriptures. Satisfied that she
had written everything down, she asked the next question.
“What about someone
that lives a sinful life? Like a liar, adulterer, fornicator, thief, murderer,
etc. Can they go to heaven as well?” Halle continued.
Bishop Williams
thought about it. “Halle, we are all sinners in the eyes of God. That is why we
need Jesus. He died on the cross for our sins. He took the punishment for us.
We need only to ask for forgiveness of our sins, accept Jesus as our Lord and
Savior, and live our lives holy and acceptable to God. We are not perfect
Halle, so we need to study the word daily, pray daily, ask for forgiveness and
allow God to change us,” Bishop Williams replied.
“Okay. So no matter
what someone has done, if they only ask for forgiveness and accept Jesus they
can become a child of God and go to heaven?” Halle asked amazed.
“Yes, my dear. God
loves each and every one of us. He is not want that any should perish. He wants
us all to come to repentance of our sins, accept his beloved Son as our Lord
and Savior and live a holy and acceptable life,” Bishop Williams replied taking
Halle’s hand gently. Halle was in awe.
“God is truly
amazing. He must have a love that surpasses all understanding. I for one
certainly don’t understand it,” she said.
“His ways are not
our own Halle. We won’t understand a lot of why God does some of the things
that He does or why He allows certain things to happen. A lot of it won’t make
any sense to us. But it is okay, Halle as it’s not for us to understand,”
Bishop Williams said.
Halle looked down
at her notes. She was thinking about her husband.
“Is it possible for
one to have a personal relationship with God and how would you do so? “ Halle
asked.
“Yes Halle, we can
all have a personal relationship with God. We do so by reading and studying the
word, praying, going to church to hear the word and meditating on the word. You
can talk to God at any time of the day or night and about anything at all. He
wants us to come to him with not only our good things, but our bad things as
well. He wants us to trust Him completely. He wants to be our best friend. He
loves us like a father and He wants to be a wonderful part of our lives,”
Bishop Williams said passionately. Halle appeared intrigued by this.
“How can I prove
God to someone who doesn’t’ believe in anything they can’t see or touch? How do
you get through to someone like that?” Halle asked.
This question kind
of stumped Bishop Williams, but only for a moment. “You cannot reach anyone
until they are ready to listen. Pray to God about the situation and ask Him to
prepare that person to be ready and willing to listen. Don’t give up on that
person, but you can’t force it on them either. God gave us the freedom to
choose and we must choose Him willingly,” Bishop Williams said.
Halle sighed. “I
know that this can be frustrating at times, but have patience Halle,” he added.
“When is it right
to spread the word of God to others?” Halle asked.
“Any time is right
to spread the good news. God will provide you with many opportunities,” he
said.
“After I have
accepted Jesus and am seeking to live a godly life, can I do whatever I want?”
Halle asked shyly.
“Well Halle, once
you accept Jesus you cannot live any kind of way. Don’t be like the hypocrites,
you can’t be one way on Sunday and the opposite the rest of the week. You will
need to stay away from ungodly things and people. Just like the old folks used
to say, you are what you eat. Don’t get caught up in the world. Be careful who
your friends are. If you watch evil things on television all the time, some of
it will rub off on you and influence you. Don’t become conformed to the world.
Remember the devil is a liar and he has many deceitful ways to try to get you
to not focus on God. For example, he may try to convince you that God is not
real, that a homosexual lifestyle is okay or sleeping with numerous partners
for that matter. That being Goth is okay and not satanic or a cult in nature.
That it’s okay to be married and sleeping around with those who are not your
spouse, that it’s okay to have sex when you are not married, that it’s okay for
the same sex to marry or that it’s okay for an unmarried man and woman to live
together. These things may be acceptable to our society however, it is not
acceptable to God. These things displease God. They are sinful in nature; they
are ungodly. Should we as Christians shun these people or stop loving them or
shame them? The answer is no. Instead, we should pray for them and share the
good news of God with them,” Bishop Williams said.
Wow. I am really glad that I came. There is so much
that I can learn from Bishop Williams. I didn’t realize that there was so much
to learn about living for God. I could sit here and learn all day. There’s just
something about hearing about God that makes me want to hear more. Halle
was eager to learn all that she could.
“First and
foremost, Halle you have to remember that God is a loving God. His love for us
is unconditional. We can show others God’s love in our actions and words.
Remember that you may be the only Jesus that someone may ever see. So let the
light of God shine through you. Allow Him to use you to do His will,” Bishop
Williams added.
“I would like that
very much,” Halle replied enthusiastically. “But first I’m afraid that I have a
lot to learn,” she added quickly.
“We are all still
learning. We are in the construction phase,” Bishop smiled.
“Well I guess that
I have taken up enough of your time for tonight. Do you mind if we do this again
sometime?” she asked eagerly.
Bishop Williams
smiled. “Anytime Halle. My door is always open. Come let me walk you to your
car,” Bishop Williams said heading towards the door.
“Thank you so much
for your time,” Halle said. She shook Bishop Williams’ hand then turned and got
into her car.
*****
Gage and Byron had
been in Rome for a few days now. Nothing exciting had happened yet. They were
more or less playing tourist for the time being. It was kind of nice to be on
vacation at the expense of someone else.
The phone in the
room began to ring. “Now who could that be?” Gage wondered. No one knows
that we are here. Even Ros doesn’t know where we are staying. How
strange? The phone rang again.
“Well, aren’t you
going to answer that?” Byron called from the bathroom. Gage picked up the
phone. It felt strange in his hand. Not quite real.
“Gage?” a woman’s
voice said.
“Yes. Who is this?”
he replied.
“Today is a good
day for a story. Get out and about today; you never know what you might see.
The airport is a good place as any to start,” she said before hanging up. Gage
stared at the phone in his hand.
“Who was that?”
Byron asked walking into the room.
“She didn’t say.
But I think today’s the day,” Gage said getting up. “Get dressed Byron. Today
is going to be a good day for news,” Gage continued.
Byron looked at him
oddly, but hurried back into the bathroom to get dressed. I wonder if that phone call has anything
to do with Gage’s sudden excitement. Who was it anyway?
Ten minutes later, Byron
and Gage were in a taxi driving near the airport when they suddenly heard a
bunch of sirens. The taxi pulled to the side of the road to let them pass.
“I wonder what’s
going on,” the taxi driver said.
A couple of
ambulances and police cruisers went flying passed them towards the airport.
Gage and Byron looked at each other.
“Hey Buddy, change
of plans, follow those cars,” Gage demanded.
The cabbie shrugged
his shoulders then drove after the police cars. He was a little curious anyway
to see what was going on.
A few minutes later
the cab pulled up at the airport. The police cars continued into the restricted
area of the airport. The airport was in a chaotic mess. Polizia di Stato were
trying their best to keep people back from the entrance to the terminal. Gage
and Byron got out of the cab.
“What’s going on?”
Byron asked one of the officers.
“Not quite sure,
but it has something to do with President Ricci,” he said.
The officer noticed
the EMS team hurrying towards them with a gurney. It must be pretty bad if
they need all of us here. I hope the President is alright.
“Please keep back
out of the way sir,” he ordered pushing the reporters back to let EMS pass
through. They watched silently along with everyone else.
Gage turned to
Byron, “Make sure you film all of this. I’m not sure what’s going on here, but
I bet that there’s definitely a news story in all of this somewhere.”
Byron picked up his
camera and started filming the chaos all around him. He noticed some activity
going on near the plane and focused the camera there. A moment later the EMS
team exited the plane with a body covered by a sheet on the gurney. I wonder
who they have under that sheet. It can’t be the President, can it?
They all had their
heads lowered as they exited the plane and walked towards them. All were
extremely quiet. Behind the EMS team, Nicolaitanes Balac and Rosalind Carey
followed with their heads down, a few tears were flowing down Nicolaitanes’
face. Put on a good performance. Nicolaitanes slowed down his stride and
buried his face in his hands.
“Nicolaitanes?
Nicolaitanes? Can you tell us what’s going on here?” a woman with a microphone
asked.
Nicolaitanes paused
for a moment looking at the cameras. I have to make this look good. He
took a deep breath before responding.
“I’m afraid, my good
friend President Adamo Ricci has passed away,” Nicolaitanes said deeply
saddened.
“What’s to become
of Italy? Who will rule her now?” another reporter asked.
“I have been asked
to take President Ricci’s place,” Nicolaitanes replied sadly.
“President Ricci is
dead? That can’t be. What happened to him?” the reporter asked.
“I’m sorry,
Nicolaitanes will not be taking any more questions at this time,” Rosalind said
stepping up to the microphone.
He nodded to
Rosalind and thanked her before pushing his way through the crowd to an
awaiting Town car. Rosalind followed closely behind him.
Gage was ecstatic.
“Byron, come on. I don’t want to miss that ceremony. We are going to go live
with this,” Gage said. This is a little unusual—Nicolaitanes Balac is going
to be sworn in to the Presidency without the people voting for a new President.
Don’t the people have a say in this? How strange.
*****
Gage and Byron
hurried back to their waiting cab. Byron wasn’t sure what he thought about all
of this. Something about all of this didn’t set right in his spirit. What’s
wrong Lord? What has my spirit stirred up so? Is this normal procedure for
Italy? Perhaps they just do things differently here then they would back in the
United States. I guess this is just all a little strange to me.
“So, what happened
over there? Was that a body that I saw them wheel over to the ambulance?” the
cabbie asked.
“I’m afraid so,”
Gage replied.
“I see. So who was
it?” the cabbie asked curiously.
“It’s the body of
President Adamo Ricci,” Byron said quietly.
The cab driver
turned in his seat to look at Byron, “Dio
non voglia. Are you sure
about this?”
“Yes, I am sure. Is
something wrong?” Byron replied.
The cab driver
turned around quiet in his seat. He stared at the cross dangling from his
rearview mirror.
“And so it begins,”
he mumbled.
“I’m sorry, what
was that?” Gage asked.
“Nothing. Where to
now gentlemen?” the cabbie asked.
“Follow that Town
car. I want to be there when they swear in Nicolaitanes Balac for Presidency,”
Gage replied.
The cabbie nodded
and started up the car. He followed behind the Town car being careful not to
drive to closely. Is this the man that you forewarned us about Lord? What
should I do now? I don’t want my family to be exposed to the lies and deceit of
the antichrist. Should we stay here in Italy or do I take my family and flee
now? What do I do Lord?
Byron noticed how
quiet the cabdriver had become. Why is he so affected by the news of
President Ricci’s death? It seems a little extreme to me. I don’t believe this
cabdriver knew him personally so why? Perhaps this has more meaning to him then
we know. Byron watched him quietly as they drove through the streets of
Rome.
A few minutes later
they pulled into a parking lot outside of the Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore.
I wonder why they are here. This isn’t where they normally swear in the
President. There sure are a lot of people here. I hope that these gentlemen are
finished with my services as I would like to get back to my family. We have a
big decision to make. He watched as Gage and Byron collected their things
before exiting the cab.
“Will that be all?”
he asked.
“Yes, as I don’t
know how long this ceremony will be. Thank you so much for your services,” Gage
said leaning back in the cab to pay the fare.
The cabbie smiled
at the tip Gage gave him, “Thank you so much. This will certainly help my
family.” He waved before driving away.
Byron stood there
watching the cab drive away. The driver sure seemed eager to get away.
Strange as he had been so interested before. So why the sudden change? Does
he know something we don’t?
He turned to see
where Gage had gone and hurried to catch up. He waited patiently for Gage to
decide what vantage point he wanted before setting up the camera. There
certainly are a lot of people here. How? He looked around at the large
crowd gathering for the ceremony. Wait a minute. Where are all the other
reporters? What happened to the reporters from the airport? Surely, they
followed Nicolaitanes’ car here just as we did. Are we the only ones here? Is
this the exclusive that Gage’s source recommended?
Byron stood there
quietly staring off in the distance. He saw something peculiar. What is
that? What’s going on?
“Byron? Are you ready? I think that we should do this
live? Hey Byron, are you alright?” Gage asked. What on earth has captivated
Byron’s attention.
Gage walked over to
his friend and laid his hand gently on his shoulder. Byron flinched at the
touch.
“Byron?” Gage said
gently.
“Gage, what are you
doing? Shouldn’t you be getting ready to tape your report?” Byron asked.
“I was waiting for
you. Where were you a minute ago?” Gage asked.
“Sorry, something
just caught my attention. Anyway it looks like they’re getting ready to start
the ceremony. Come on, we didn’t come all this way for you to miss it,” Byron
said turning the camera on.
Gage looked at him
curiously, “Okay, I’m ready.”
{TV Announcement, CNN News}
“Italian President Adamo Ricci was found dead this
morning. The circumstances surrounding his death are currently being
investigated. Nicolaitanes Balac is being sworn in as President of Italy as we
speak. We take you now to the Presidential ceremony already in progress.
Thank you, James. This is Gage Cameron at the
Presidential swearing in of Nicolaitanes Balac. Although, Nicolaitanes Balac is
not the obvious choice to fill the late President Adamo Ricci’s shoes; he seems
to be a choice that the people here are thrilled with. There are thousands of
people here for his ceremony as you can see. They are cheering, waving flags,
and just altogether ecstatic by this. This is just so amazing. You would have
to be here to feel the love and support the people are showing President
Nicolaitanes Balac. This is Gage Cameron, CNN news.”
*****
Outside of
Washington, D.C., Richard sat watching the latest newscast. Something seemed
really odd to him about the whole thing.
“Now that is just
weird. That man, President Adamo Ricci, was just on the television the other
day, something about a summit meeting or something like that. Now, he’s a dead
man. Hmmm, seems downright peculiar. But what do I care as it doesn’t have
anything to do with me. What does this have to do with us anyway? That’s over
in Italy,” Richard Smith said out loud to no one.
He looked over at
the clock on the wall as his stomach grumbled again. Where is that wife of
mine? Doesn’t she know that I’m starving here? How much longer is she going to
make me wait? He returned his attention back to the television and flipped
through the channels until he found a comedy to watch.
*****
“Congratulations,
Nicolaitanes. I knew that you would be chosen,” Rosalind said laying a hand on
Nicolaitanes’ back.
“Thank you,
Rosalind, but this is just the beginning. We have much work to do,”
Nicolaitanes replied. Was there ever any doubt?
He waved once more
to the people, his people, and turned and walked into his new Presidential
office. He sat down behind his new desk and smiled to himself.
“Yes, all is going
according to plan,” he said smiling.
*****
Halle thanked
Bishop Williams for his help and walked back to her car. She was filled with
excitement. The answers that the Bishop had given her were so empowering. She
couldn’t wait to get home so she could share all of this with her husband. She
glanced at her watch. Uh oh he should have gotten home an hour ago and I
haven’t even gotten dinner started yet. He is going to be mad. She decided to
pick up some fast food on her way home.
*****
A few months later,
Nicolaitanes Balac made his bi-annual business trip to the United States. His
architect company had just obtained more contracts to build secret office
buildings for the military; his company also built these buildings for other
countries besides the US. He was pleased with the work that his company had
already accomplished. Their specialty was building elaborate top secret
military office buildings. He had the architectural ability to make them look
like beautiful regular office buildings on the outside. But he like the
military knew better.
He was going to
Washington DC to personally oversee the buildings currently being built near
the Pentagon. Besides, he also had another reason for making this trip
personally. After the trip to DC, he would make his rounds to the various military
posts where he had already built these buildings to ensure that the military
was 100 percent satisfied with the work. He didn’t really care whether they
were or not, but he did need to keep them happy so that he could ensure that he
would continue to obtain the government contracts year after year. He needed
this in order to continue with his plans--it would be helping him in his rise
to power.
It was on this
particular trip that he met Adolphe Christophe, Tara Matthews, Victor Bartola,
Annamaya Varnedoe, Andrew Jackson, Richard Smith, Sampson Perry, Serenity
Lambert, and Caitlin Rogers. He met them at various military posts as well as
at the Pentagon. He was impressed with each of their job capabilities and work
ethics. Each had a specialty that Nicolaitanes required to have his plans
fulfilled. He invited each of them privately to become a part of Operation
Dark Angel. They each agreed without much resistance. Now he needed only to
find one more person to complete his task. Upon reaching Fort Stewart to check
on the status of a building in the process of being built, he met General
Alexander Ludlow.
Although Nicolaitanes
had not met the General on his previous trips to the post, Nicolaitanes liked
him immediately. He had heard from other officers that the General was a
ruthless man. The General had not cared who he had stepped on to get what he
wanted. He had all of the characteristics that Nicolaitanes was looking for, he
was perfect for Nicolaitanes’ plans. Upon meeting the man in person,
Nicolaitanes invited General Ludlow to be in charge of Operation Dark Angel.
The General though, was a little reluctant at first. After much deliberation he
finally agreed to be a part of it. Satisfied, Nicolaitanes returned home to
Italy pleased with himself. Now Nicolaitanes’ special group was complete.
“Now it all truly begins,”
he said smiling and pressing his fingertips together.
*****
The man walked
slowly through the town. Why is it the same, town after town, city after
city? He was so disappointed and saddened by what he saw. All the hateful
graffiti, the young boys hanging on street corners sipping 40s, the young women
standing on the street corners, the homeless wandering the streets in search of
somewhere to sleep, the drug dealers selling drugs to anyone who would buy them
(including children), people eating out of garbage cans because they had
nothing to eat. Where are all the caring people? “What is wrong with the
world? Where is all the love? The man sighed disgusted by all that he had
seen.
He watched people
walking by those who were hurting and needing help without so much as looking
at them nor speaking to them. Most people acted as though they didn’t even
exist. Not one had a kind or encouraging word for them.
“For God so
loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in
Him should not perish but have everlasting life,” the man proclaimed then
was gone.
He walked through
another section of town where all the churches were. It was a more upscale area
of town. There were pretty decent looking homes here, probably middle class.
Strange how there were so many churches here in the nicer neighborhood, but
none where it was needed most—in the neighborhood where he had just left. This
saddened him. The world was in so much turmoil and it was only going to get
worse from here on out. Mankind just didn’t seem to need or care about God.
This saddened him dearly. His heart was incredibly heavy. If it hurt him this
much, he could only imagine how the Master must feel.
He walked closer to
the church of Bishop Williams. Something didn’t feel quite right. Something
indeed was very wrong here. He must warn them.
*****
Bishop Williams was
working late in his office. He had gotten caught up in his new sermon series that
he was doing. He was so excited by how much the congregation seemed to absorb
everything like a sponge. He was proud of himself. He was currently working on
his sermon for tomorrow night.
“In Revelation
11:7, we hear about the beast that comes out of the bottomless pit. He will
declare war against God’s people. He will conquer them and kill them. Many of
us will die for God’s sake during the end times. Many of us will be martyred in
His name. Now the martyrs will not be the Christians who are here today, for we
will be called up to Him when the trumpet sounds. These will be new Christians;
those who come to God during the time of the Tribulation,” he rehearsed in
front of his mirror.
He paused here
staring at the mirror; there was a reflection of a man he had never seen before
standing behind him. Bishop Williams turned around startled. Where had he come
from? I don’t remember hearing the door open plus the chimes didn’t sound. Did
I forget to turn the system back on?
“I’m sorry, may I
help you with something?” Bishop Williams asked smiling.
The man stood there
quietly for a moment. “Take your flock into hiding for it is not safe for you
to be here. The enemy of God is prowling around here seeking to devour your
sheep. God is not want that any should perish,” the man said firmly then turned
and walked away.
Bishop Williams
stood there stunned. He stared after the man until he couldn’t see him anymore.
He looked at the sermon in his hand before turning and running down the
hallway.
“Hey? Hey! Hey you
stop,” he called out. But he may as well have been talking to the walls, for
the church was empty except for himself.
Strange. Where
had the man come from? I didn’t hear the man come in or leave. Who was he? Was
he serious? Is God warning me about something yet to come?
He walked through
the entire church looking for the man and thinking about what he had said. Although
the message had been strange, could he risk his flock by ignoring the message? He
couldn’t explain it, but with every step he took his heart was filled with
impending doom. This could only have come from God and who am I to doubt it.
He decided strange
or not, it wasn’t worth risking the lives of anyone and decided that they would
continue church services at the safe house from now on. He returned to his
office and called the church secretary at home. He asked her to call all of the
church members and let them know of the new plans effective immediately. No one
was to come back here to the church for any reason. She was puzzled by the
Bishops’ request, but followed his orders nonetheless and began calling
everyone that she had a phone number for. She was sure that he would explain
when the time was right.
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