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| River Registered user Username: River Post Number: 7721 Registered: 9-2006  |
I would like to take the time to finish one final story in fiction that I started over a year ago, got within 4 or 5 pages of finishing it and then set it aside. After that I don’t have the desire or plans to write more fiction. The title of the book is ‘Solar Cycle 24’ another end of the world as we know it story. I think it is a pretty good story for those who like fiction. That will make it an even number of stories, 24 of them in all. A person should stop on an even number don't you think? What I do want to write about is the Bible, perhaps what we would call sermonettes. This is one of those and I give it the title “But…But…But Lord!” So here we go, buckle up. Butt…Butt…But Lord! Ever wanted the truth to be something different that what it is? Now before you start screaming no sir! Let me explain. When my Sister was shot and killed and I was rudely awakened shortly after 11:00 at night, getting called down the stairs and my wife quietly handing me the phone, not saying who was on the other end and then moving away. Not good! what has happened? You look around the room and count heads, making sure all the kids are safely in the house. Why am I being awaked? No one ever wakes Poppa! The voice of your cousins husband Dave tells you your Sister has been murdered. What? Who is this? Its Dave…Dave…Linda’s husband! You Sister has been murdered. It slowly penetrates through the fog of half sleep…Sis? Murdered? Can’t be, but it is the truth. There is the truth, staring you in the face, your little Sister is dead, the baby of the family, the only girl of the family, the families prized possession, dead, dead, dead. Your mind goes into a spin, you are 2500 miles away from a family that needs you. You start packing, wishing what you have been told wasn’t the truth, anything but the truth, you want them to call you back, but you know in your heart that that phone will not ring. You are in the car by 1:30 to drive all night to hook up with your younger brother who is in California, resenting the truth, hating the truth, you drive all night an into the next day, a thousand miles without stopping for anything but to refill your thermos and pump fuel as quickly as possible, you hate the seconds it takes, the numbers on the fuel pump mount up at a snails pace, you stand fidgeting behind another customer who is paying for their fuel. A day later you receive another call from your oldest brother, “You’ve got to get down here, I need help with Mom and Dad!” “Yes, I will not stop until I get there.” 1600 more miles to drive. “little brother, I have to sleep, but if you can’t drive further, you wake me.” You awaken, the car has stopped, you look around at the desert plants, you drag your weary body over under the wheel, little brother is crapped out in the back seat and you drive that car for another eight hours on two hours sleep out of 24, all the while wishing it was all a mistake. You kick your little brother awake and swear at him, “I told you we cannot stop!” Little brother looks guilty over at you, “I know, but I couldn’t drive further and I knew you had to have sleep.” Your heart softens, all the time wishing it weren’t true so you could stop and rest and be more gentle to little brother. You look into his eyes instead and you tell him, do not stop this car! A few years ago I was meditating on my Adventist friends and at the same time reading my Bible. Most of you know how it is when a scripture seems to jump off the page at you. I think, all these people I care about, but the word stares at you off the pages of this book of God as you read out of the book of Amos the prophet. Amos 7:7 Thus he showed me: and, behold, the Lord stood upon a wall made by a plumbline, with a plumbline in his hand. Amos 7:8 And the LORD said unto me, Amos, what seest thou? And I said, A plumbline. Then said the Lord, Behold, I will set a plumbline in the midst of my people Israel: I will not again pass by them any more: Then the Holy Spirit softly whispers to you, “River, what do you see in my word? All of as sudden the truth comes at you, you say, But…but…but Lord, all those people? They are my friends and I love them. I say just as softly, “Yes Lord, I see a plumbline.” For my friends sake I don’t want it to be the truth, but it is, his word is a plumbline, nomatter how I feel about it, it is the truth and cannot lie. It cannot be anything other than what it is, the truth. The tears come, wishing it were not so, because you love them, and yet it is so. No matter, you have to drive all day and all night on his word. You know that in that day some of your friends will come up missing, yet you wish it were not so. This is why I have no more time to write fiction, but I ask myself the question, why add your voice into the melee, there are so many voices in the world now that there is little chance you will be heard? Why? Because of the truth. The other day I thought, “If Paul Revere had said, “They are wrong in attacking us, but we just needn’t say anything, after all, it might hurt their feelings.” We would be wearing a red jacket with a powdered wig! River |
