The power flowed between them, as it always did when he sat on her right. Angus made no mention of it, nor any attempt to free his palm from hers. Not like he could in the middle of the church service.
He stared ahead, conscious of the pastor walking back and forth across the platform, but not the words he spoke because he was preoccupied instead by the lack of demon creatures inside the building. They’d stalled at the door, hanging back like so many pieces of paper swept by the wind. That people tolerated them, going into the service, and coming back out to pick them up again, was baffling.
Why not rid yourself once and for all?
After his stroll through the mall revealed so many, hundreds even, he’d gone home and used his phone to do some research in the Scriptures. Jesus had also dealt with demons on many occasions, and He hadn’t tolerated them, but cast them out, showing compassion on the people who were afflicted.
There was great power in compassion. Where some thought of it as weakness, it was, in fact, the highest measure of God’s Love that existed. It was Love poured out on another for no reason at all. As Christ had done for mankind.
Sara’s free hand squeezed his arm, and she gestured toward the aisle where the pastor motioned. Angus rose, his hand suddenly loosened from hers and crossed over the knees of her parents toward a clear space.
“Will you be baptized?” the pastor asked.
“Yes.”
The pastor gestured toward the front and Angus followed behind several others out a doorway and up a set of stairs to a room lined with small closets. Donning a robe handed to him from the first one, he exited the room and stepped up three small stairs to the edge of a tank of water.
A man he didn’t recognize waved him in.
Angus waded through the cool liquid to the man’s side, turning his profile to the people below, and in that instant the space changed.
Gone were the walls, the audience, the voice of the man. Instead he stood in a river, golden in color, which twisted and turned through a field. Before him stood the Man, the Savior. He pressed one hand to Angus’s forehead, causing him to sink below the waves. They rippled in his ears, flooding his face, and seemed to soak into his very core. He was overwhelmed by them, unable to escape, unable to rise.
Words bubbled up in his hearing, spoken, as it were, directly to his heart. Out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.
Angus inhaled, awakening to air and the church and the applause of the people. Water streaming down his face, a new language emerged, not the ancient one Sara spoke, not English, the language of his birth, but one unintelligible in his ears and yet perfectly tuned to the Father.
His hands raised of their own accord and a Glory from everywhere, and yet nowhere at all, raced down his fingers, through his limbs and into his feet. He heard an audible gasp from those in the room and the sound of their praises escalating, then turned his gaze toward the ceiling where hovering above them all was a crowd of heavenly beings, angelic in appearance, whose worship came in perfect harmony from all sides at once.
He dipped his eyes then toward Sara, emotion caught his throat.
He stared ahead, conscious of the pastor walking back and forth across the platform, but not the words he spoke because he was preoccupied instead by the lack of demon creatures inside the building. They’d stalled at the door, hanging back like so many pieces of paper swept by the wind. That people tolerated them, going into the service, and coming back out to pick them up again, was baffling.
Why not rid yourself once and for all?
After his stroll through the mall revealed so many, hundreds even, he’d gone home and used his phone to do some research in the Scriptures. Jesus had also dealt with demons on many occasions, and He hadn’t tolerated them, but cast them out, showing compassion on the people who were afflicted.
There was great power in compassion. Where some thought of it as weakness, it was, in fact, the highest measure of God’s Love that existed. It was Love poured out on another for no reason at all. As Christ had done for mankind.
Sara’s free hand squeezed his arm, and she gestured toward the aisle where the pastor motioned. Angus rose, his hand suddenly loosened from hers and crossed over the knees of her parents toward a clear space.
“Will you be baptized?” the pastor asked.
“Yes.”
The pastor gestured toward the front and Angus followed behind several others out a doorway and up a set of stairs to a room lined with small closets. Donning a robe handed to him from the first one, he exited the room and stepped up three small stairs to the edge of a tank of water.
A man he didn’t recognize waved him in.
Angus waded through the cool liquid to the man’s side, turning his profile to the people below, and in that instant the space changed.
Gone were the walls, the audience, the voice of the man. Instead he stood in a river, golden in color, which twisted and turned through a field. Before him stood the Man, the Savior. He pressed one hand to Angus’s forehead, causing him to sink below the waves. They rippled in his ears, flooding his face, and seemed to soak into his very core. He was overwhelmed by them, unable to escape, unable to rise.
Words bubbled up in his hearing, spoken, as it were, directly to his heart. Out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.
Angus inhaled, awakening to air and the church and the applause of the people. Water streaming down his face, a new language emerged, not the ancient one Sara spoke, not English, the language of his birth, but one unintelligible in his ears and yet perfectly tuned to the Father.
His hands raised of their own accord and a Glory from everywhere, and yet nowhere at all, raced down his fingers, through his limbs and into his feet. He heard an audible gasp from those in the room and the sound of their praises escalating, then turned his gaze toward the ceiling where hovering above them all was a crowd of heavenly beings, angelic in appearance, whose worship came in perfect harmony from all sides at once.
He dipped his eyes then toward Sara, emotion caught his throat.
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Wings, Book 1
An allegorical look at the gospels and the book of Acts
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An allegorical look at the gospels and the book of Acts
99 cents
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Called from birth to carry the Light of God into a world filled with Darkness, seventeen-year-old Sara Benedict finds the mission this time has changed. This city, this school, is more about her growth. No longer will she function alone, but she needs Angus Finlay to fulfill the prophecies. Yet there’s something deeper going on behind the scenes, and the harder she tries, the greater the danger seems. Her work of rescue must continue, but this task just might shut off the Light inside her once and for all.
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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
www.feelgoodromance.com
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