BLACK SABBATH

CHAPTER 9

LIEUTENANT LOUIS LEWIS

TO GIVE THEM BEAUTY FOR ASHES (Isaiah 61:3)

            The Sallie’s home was a total loss. But all was not lost. In a large fire proof safe covered in ashes, they retrieved family heirlooms, pictures and financial records. Most importantly, they had their health. They also had the support of friends and family. In particular, Seven’s cousin Brock Storm and his lovely wife Destiny Knight-Storm.

            The Storm’s lived in an old renovated eight bedroom farmhouse on about a dozen acres way out in the boondocks. Brock had been a high level body guard, protecting celebrities and those of great financial wealth. I had first become aware of him when a big city gangster sent several of his goons to our area to seek revenge on the couple.

            Many moons ago, Brock’s wife Destiny had been an exotic dancer. In other words, she was a stripper. Brock had been a bouncer at the so called gentleman’s club where she performed. He had gotten wind that a certain notorious gangster was going to follow his future wife home. So Brock followed her home as well.

            Just as the said gangster was about to consummate a sexual assault, Brock ran interference, knocking the gangster out with a round house kick to the noggin. When the gangster regained consciousness, the first thing he saw were several police officers with guns drawn. When all was said and done, he ended up doing ten years in the pen.

            After the skirmish, the future spouses went their separate ways. Fortunately, being nearly raped, the episode convinced Destiny to put an end to her dancing career. Unfortunately, she turned to nude modeling and porn instead. Brock on the other hand was offered a job with the high end security company where Inga Cognito’s brother was currently employed.

            A decade later, Brock began to experience a Christian conversion. After reading a book authored by Pastor Kirk Samson, a retired Army Chaplain who was affectionately known as Captain Kirk by his congregation, Brock stopped to visit the country church the former Army Captain pastored and never left the area.

            About a year after he began attending, low and behold, Destiny showed up. The pair couldn’t have been more surprised by their reunion, especially given the circumstances of their association. Who would have thought they would meet again at a country church in Iowa? Coincidence? More like providence.

            Although sparks flew between the couple, Brock was in a complicated relationship with a woman named Nora Medora. This is the same Nora Medora that became an agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The same agent I had briefly worked with monitoring Seven Sallie’s podcast. We met up again in the aftermath of the Sallie’s housefire.

            Agent Medora’s involvement with the enforcement of national Sunday laws had increased, whereas mine had decreased. One of her tasks was to still keep tabs on Seven Sallie’s podcast. She was keeping an eye out for anything deemed hate speech. Also she was monitoring if he was encouraging defiance of the ever increasing push for mandatory worship, which could lead to a charge of civil disobedience.

            I had just finished talking to the chief fire inspector when Agent Medora arrived. The inspector confirmed what we already suspected. Arson. In black spandex pants and orange spandex shirt with florescent orange running shoes, she looked more ready to run a race rather than do detective work.

            I reflexively sucked in my gut as she approached me. But I had made a covenant with my eyes (Job 31:1) and kept them trained on hers rather than her painted on clothes that clung to her like a second skin.

            “Lieutenant Lewis,” she greeted.

            “Agent Medora.”

            “Any clues on who did this or how it started?” she asked.

            “I don’t believe this is a federal investigation.”

            “I beg to differ. Seven Sallie is of national interest.”

            “So are you building a case against him?”

            “Let’s just say we’re watching. Seven walks a fine line with his rhetoric.”

            “So free speech has become a thing of the past.”

            She frowned. “Whose side are you on, Lieutenant? You were once in charge of Sunday ordinances in this neck of the woods. What happened?”

            I shrugged. “I guess I’m desiring truth in the inward parts.” (Psalm 51:6)

            Her frown deepened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

            “It means I’ve been studying out this Sabbath issue from both sides, and I’ve come to believe that those pointing to scripture after scripture advocating the Seventh Day Sabbath are correct. God established it at creation, and He wrote it in the middle of the Decalogue with his own finger.”

            “What’s the Decalogue?”

            I don’t think I was trying to crack wise. But I arched an eyebrow. “Agent Medora. You seem to be rapidly gaining rank enforcing the national Sunday laws, yet you don’t know what the Decalogue is?”

            Her gaze was cool as we had a several second stare down. Then she asked, “Is it the Ten Commandments?”

            “Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner.” Okay, that was cracking a bit wise. But it was spontaneous, and I was trying to make a point. “Do you see the problem? We have all these leaders making and enforcing moral law, and they don’t even fully understand the issue.”

            She abruptly folded her arms under her chest, cocked her hips to the right, and jutted her left leg so her foot was arched at an angle. The sudden movement caused my gaze to divert down her body. She was in phenomenal shape and the clothing that seemed like a second skin only enhanced her physique. My eyes wanted to linger, but I silently told myself, “Covenant with the eyes, fool.”

            “For my part, I enforce what’s made into law,” she defended.

            “Whether you believe in it or not?”

            “Who said I don’t believe in it?”

            “You told me yourself that you are an agnostic that leans toward atheist.”

            “People evolve. Now I’m an agnostic that leans toward the spiritual. These are volatile times. The revivals across the country are doing a good job combating civil unrest. Something you need to ask yourself, Lieutenant, is can all these religious leaders uniting and coming together for the common good be wrong?”

            “Of course they can. When has the majority ever been right in spiritual matters? Did the majority get on the ark? Did the majority refuse to bow down to Nebuchadnezzar’s golden image? Did the majority welcome Jesus at his birth?”

            “You’re missing the point. You believe the few radicals bucking the system are correct and the leaders of the prominent churches are wrong?”

            “When the whole world is running toward a cliff, he who is running in the opposite direction appears to have lost his mind.”

            “Really? You see these Sunday laws as running toward a cliff? Look, I admit that I’m not religious. But I have to admit that after the installment of the Sunday laws, crime has been  decreasing. I believe that when, and not if, mandatory worship is put in place, crime will not only continue to decease but dramatically decrease.”

            “I see. So you being, admittedly not religious, will have no problem being forced to go to church every Sunday?”

            “Am I forced to pay my taxes? I think giving an hour of my time once a week will be much easier than being forced to hand over almost a third of my income every year. Plus it will benefit me. I otherwise might not try to get in touch with my higher power.”

            “Your higher power? Right off the bat there’s a problem. You can’t love God without freewill. Mandatory worship will just be the amalgamation of all these different beliefs. God is not the author of confusion.” (1 Corinthians 14:33)

            She shrugged. “You see the glass half empty. I see it as half full. These Sunday laws are helping the world unite. All of us have our own truth, but now we are all uniting under the Sabbath banner.”

            “Sunday is not Sabbath. Even in other languages, for instance Sabado is Saturday in Spanish. Even if it was the Biblical Sabbath being enforced by law, that would still be wrong. Forced worship is not true worship.”

            “Like I said, you have your truth, and I have mine.”

            “Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life.”

            “That’s nice for you. But my destiny is to be a law officer. To use your religious term, I was called to fight evil,” she told me, using air quotes for called. “The revivals that have gone on across the land have led to the Sunday laws. Now that the powers that be have decided on that, that’s where I come in. They were designed to bring about peace, and I’m a spoke in the great wheel to see that they do.”

            “When they say peace and safety then sudden destruction comes.” (1 Thessalonians 5:3)

            Her eyes narrowed. “You know, Lieutenant, if an officer of the law doesn’t like the law, maybe they should resign.”

            I felt a chill go up my spine. She was cold! “Gonna tell my Captain to keep an eye on me again?”

            She didn’t flinch. “No, this time I’m gonna recommend you either change your tune or be discharged.”

            I felt numb. I didn’t know what to say, but something seemingly outside of myself caused my head to nod and mouth to say, “You’re probably right. If I don’t agree with laws being instituted, I have no business being in a position to enforce them.”

            Nora Medora was a hard no nonsense woman. But with my non combative response, I noticed her eyebrows raise a little. “Look, for the time being you have a murder to investigate and now we both have this arson situation that might involve cases we are working on. So back to the beginning. Do you have any clues?”

            “The gentleman that lives across from the Sallie’s said he noticed a Ryder sprinter van in their driveway about ten minutes before he noticed smoke and flames coming from the backside. Thinking it was Amazon making a delivery, he didn’t think anything of it. I had some officers canvas the area and we actually got a better description of the suspect.”

            “Good,” she replied, vigorously writing in a note pad. I wondered where it materialized from given her skin tight clothing.

            “That’s all I know,” I said.

            “Very well, thank you,” she said and began to briskly walk away.

            “Off to see my Captain?”

            She stopped and turned. “Why, do you want me to?”

            “You do what you gotta do.”

            “Just to be straight, the next time I talk to your Captain, I am gonna voice my concern. However, I do not intend on giving any recommendations. Obviously that’s up to him anyway.”

            “That’s very big of you.”

            I honestly didn’t mean to sound flippant, but I’m afraid it came across that way. She seemed to glare at me for a couple seconds, and then without another word, she turned and left.

            As I started to watch her walk away, I diverted my gaze and told myself, “Covenant with the eyes, fool.”

            The next day was the Sabbath. I was driving around, my head churning with a multitude of topics. I honestly had no destiny in mind but eventually found myself in the parking lot of Cotton Creek Cove. It was the Sallie’s church, made from a renovated barn.

            The service was already underway when I took a seat in the back. I was just in time to hear Seven give a testimonial. I was impressed by his relationship with his personal Savior. With the gratitude he expressed, you would have never guessed his house had just burned to the ground. He was thankful for everyone’s safety. He was grateful to Brock and Destiny Knight-Storm for taking them in. He quoted scriptures written by the Apostle Paul which addressed enduring hardships. He ended by praying for strength to press forward.

            After the service, my cousin Zella greeted me warmly, peace radiating from her face as she expressed pleasure at my presence. Inga too seemed glad to see me. I wanted what these people had! By the world’s standards they had lost almost everything. Yet to watch them, they seemingly had everything. I was now truly convinced. And it came just in time.

            My phone whistled like a choo, choo train indicating an incoming call. “Hey, Captain.”

            “Hey, Lou,” he responded. Then I heard him sigh. “I was just in the chief’s office, and he wanted me to contact you right away.”

            “News on the case?” I asked.

            “No,” he replied. Then thinking of my conversation with Agent Nora Medora the previous day, my gut twisted. “Lou, I’m afraid you’re being suspended indefinitely.”