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HEAVY METAL MIRACLES – PART 2 – CHAPTER 6

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HEAVY METAL MIRACLES

PART 2

CHAPTER 6

DREW

I REMEMBER YOUR NAME IN THE NIGHT, OH LORD, AND I KEEP YOUR LAW   (Psalm 119:55)

            I jerked my hand out of Callie’s hand as if it were hot. I stood up, clearly rattled. “Nancy! What are you doing here?”

            “I give up,” she replied sarcastically as she handed Callie a menu, and then gave me one.

            I sat down, mouth agape, eyeing Nancy cautiously. Although she smiled, her return stare was with daggers. Callie proved to be quite perceptive, as she smiled sweetly. “You must be the lucky girl Drew is seeing.”

            “Well, I don’t know how lucky I am,” Nancy replied, then gave me a glance of stink eye.

            “I myself am sort of seeing someone,” Callie informed Nancy meekly. “Drew and I are just meeting for lunch because I had some questions concerning Biblical doctrine. By the way, I saw you at my sister’s funeral. I never had a chance to thank you for helping to catch the guy who did her in.”

            As if a switch had been flipped on Nancy’s countenance, she suddenly looked sad and sympathetic rather than menacing. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am for your loss.”

            “Thank you,” Callie replied with a sad smile, as her eyes became watery.

            Nancy wasn’t good with emotional things and began to stammer. “Well, let me know if you need anything else.”

            Callie glanced uncertainly at me and then back to Nancy. “You mean besides menus?”

            Nancy shook her head. “I’m sorry. What would you guys like to drink?”

            “Lemonade, please,” Callie said.

            “I’ll just have water.”

            “Hmm, big spender,” Nancy muttered.

            A minute later, Nancy returned with our beverages. A large lemonade for Callie, and a small glass of water for me. Which I was grateful for the size, because before I knew what was happening, it was on my lap. Nancy gave a fake look of astonishment. “Oh my! I’m so sorry!”

            “It’s alright,” I replied, and then wondered if I had just lied as I dashed to the bathroom.

            I knew they had an air hand drier in there, and I figured it would take care of my wet crotch in a couple minutes. But I figured wrong. A piece of paper tapped to it declared that it was out of order. The paper towels sitting on top of it didn’t absorb nearly as much moisture as the heated air would have.

            As I made my way back to Callie with my tail between my legs and my arms swinging geekily in front of my tan shorts to block the temporary dark stain on most of the front. I noticed a young man in a dark gray suit standing in front of Callie, talking to her. I figured it was a well-wisher, due to her sister’s passing. Once again I figured wrong.

            “Drew,” Callie said my name uneasily. “This is Jason, the guy I told you about. You know, the one I told you I’ve gotten together with a few times. He’s actually a youth pastor at our church. I was telling him about how you and I were getting together to discuss Biblical things, and he’s interested in what you have to say as well. Would you mind if he joined us?”

            “The more the merrier, right?” I said with a forced smile.

            I wondered if youth pastor meant his age. He looked like he was about sixteen. He also reminded me of Opie Taylor from the Andy Griffith Show. The later episodes of course.

            “I can’t stay long. I won’t be eating,” he declared as he sat next to Callie. Then he gave me a pleasant enough smile as he extended his hand to shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Drew?”

            “Likewise,” I replied, and wondered if we both were telling the truth. I was pretty sure he was more interested in putting me in my place, rather than what I had to say.

            “So Callie tells me you go to a Seventh Day Adventist church.”

            “That’s right.”

            “I’ve known a couple of Adventists.”

            “Is that right?”

            “Yeah, I don’t mean to sound judgmental, Drew, but from my understanding of Adventist doctrine, your church puts people under the law. However, we are saved by grace through faith in our Lord Jesus Christ.”

            “I couldn’t agree more!”

            “If that’s so, why do you emphasize the Sabbath so much? Especially the Jewish Sabbath?”

            “Well, to answer the first part of your question, Jesus said in John 14:15, if you love Me keep my commandments. In 1 John 2:3, the beloved disciple tells us we know Him if we keep His commandments. In verse four he says, he who says he knows Him and doesn’t keep His commandments is a liar, and the truth isn’t in him. As for the second question of the Seventh Day Sabbath being Jewish, let me ask this question. Were Adam and Eve Jewish?”

            Pastor Jason looked puzzled for second. “Well, no.”

            “When did God establish the Sabbath?”

            “After Creation.”

            “I agree. How many days did Creation take?”

            “Don’t get condescending,” he said cooly.

            I glanced at Callie as she was frowning and glancing at Jason. She asked, “What was condescending about Drew’s question?”

            Jason looked a little startled, then slightly hostile, then he turned hooded eyes on me. “Did you go to seminary?”

            “No.”

            “Well I did, yet you seem to think you can instruct me on the scriptures.”

            “No, I came here to share with Callie the reason for the hope that is in me (1 Peter 3:15). And you wanted to join us.”

            “Fair enough. As I attempt to be a good shepherd of the flock, I want to make sure you don’t brainwash Callie into getting under the bondage of the law.”

            “So… You believe the part of the Bible that God wrote with His own finger is bondage?”

            “Of course not! But you’re forgetting we’re saved by grace. You can’t just focus on the law. Remember, we’re saved by grace through faith.”

            “Paul says in Romans 3:31, do we make void the law through faith? On the contrary, we establish the law. So are you saying the Ten Commandments are actually the ten suggestions?”

            “Of course not! But you’re still missing the point of grace. It means we are not under the law anymore.”

            “So it’s okay to lie, or steal, or participate in idol worship?”

            “Obviously the Commandments are essential, but some aspects are complex. That’s why we need grace.”

            I noticed he didn’t put ten in front of Commandments. So I asked, “You just have a problem with the fourth?”

            “The Sabbath is indeed complex. Jesus said the Sabbath was made for man and not man for the Sabbath. That tells me it’s not as essential as the others.”

            “I don’t think that was what Jesus was implying at all. So let me get this straight. You’re telling me that I can forget the Sabbath, but God tells me to remember it.”

            “You know, your fanatical approach is similar to the Pharisees,” Jason accused me, with his jaw clenched.

            “What exactly about my Sabbath keeping is fanatical? Have you seen me counting steps or refraining from turning on a light?”

            “That’s not the point. The major point is you got the day wrong. We now keep the first day of the week in honor of the resurrection.”

            “I believe the rite of baptism is how we honor the resurrection,” I said. I had my Bible with me, so I slid it toward him. “Can you show me where we are to keep Sunday in honor of the resurrection?”

            He showed me a couple verses about Jesus rising on the first day, as well as the two Marys going to the tomb on the first day of the week. I showed him a couple verses in Acts chapter 16 and 17, where the Apostles were still keeping the Sabbath. He claimed by Sabbath they meant Sunday.

            I politely disagreed and showed him Malachi 3:6, where it says, ‘I am the Lord, I do not change.’

            “You know what? If you want to be under the law, more power to you. But please don’t be proselytizing our church with your legalism.”

            “He’s not proselytizing me,” Callie defended me. “I was the one that asked for this meeting.”

            “Let everyone be persuaded in his own mine, I guess,” Jason said throwing up his hands as he quoted Romans 14:5. “One person esteems one day above another; another esteems every day alike.”

            “I couldn’t agree more,” I concurred. “We all have free will. Just like you mentioned that we’re saved by grace, which I also couldn’t agree more. So I love the Lord because I am saved, therefore I keep His commandments. If I was obeying to be saved, then I have missed the boat, and that would be legalism. The law of the Lord is perfect converting the soul (Psalm 19:7). Do you believe that Jason?”

            “Of course I do!”

            “I believe the law of the Lord is perfect as well, and the Seventh Day Sabbath is right in the center of the Law the Lord wrote with His own finger.”

            Jason looked at his phone and then shot to his feet. “Shoot, I’m late.”

            I arose also and offered my hand. “It was good talking with you, Sir. Maybe we could continue sometime soon.”

            “Yes, yes, that would be good,” he replied, taking my hand with a firm grip.

            “Sorry if I was combative.”

            “No, you were fine. I apologize if I was as well,” he replied with a forced smile, then turned his gaze on Callie. “Callie, how about dinner tonight?”

            She looked hesitant, even startled. But then she smiled and said, “Sure.”

            “Very well, so long,” he said, knocked twice on the table, and walked briskly toward the door.

            “You sure have a fertile mind,” Callie complimented me.

            Nancy appeared at our table. “I’d say he has a fertilized mind. And you know what is often used as fertilizer. Sorry, did I say that?”

            “Yes you did, and thanks for your input, Nancy.”

            “Any time, Drew. By the way, all apologies for taking so long getting your order, we’re shorthanded today. What can I get you guys?”

            We actually hadn’t even looked at the menus, but we both had eaten there before. So I ordered a burrito with French fries, and Callie got something called a super salad.

            “I’m sorry about Jason,” Callie told me with serious eyes, after Nancy walked away. “I promise that wasn’t a set up. He stopped by my house to ask me to dinner tonight, and my sister told him I was here having lunch with you to discuss the Bible.”

            “It’s no problem. Like I said before, we need to be ready to give a defense to everyone who asks us a reason for the hope that is in us (1 Peter 3:15).”

            “You sure did that!” She grinned at me.

            Oh the human condition! I had to stuff down spiritual pride and be truthful. “To be honest Callie, I was pretty intimidated. That was the first time I had been questioned by a man of the cloth from a different denomination. Whatever I said that was right was due to the Holy Spirit. I just hope I didn’t get in the way to much by being, you know, rude or as he suggested, condescending.”

            “You weren’t either. If anything he was rude by horning in on our lunch da… Um, get together.”

            It didn’t go beyond my notice that she almost called our lunch a date. Did that mean anything? “I see you’re having dinner with him tonight.”

            “I told you I was sort of seeing someone. Well, now you know the someone.”

            “Are you gonna keep seeing him?”

            A little smile played at her lips. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Did she think I was jealous? Then she shrugged. “It depends on how tonight goes. I do get the feeling he’s going to try to convince me that you’re in error.”

            “How does that make you feel?”

            “To be honest, I want to see what he has to say without you there giving a wise Biblical answer.”

            As we ate our lunch, I asked how she and her family were doing dealing with their grief over her murdered sister. Maybe it was unwise to bring this up as we ate. Thankfully she didn’t seem to have a problem with my questioning, but she did keep her reply short.

            “To be honest, Channel declared our family to be dead to her more than a year ago. So I was already grieving losing her before I actually lost her.”

            She changed the subject after that, and we spent the rest of our meal getting to know a little more about each other personally. Mostly sharing our testimonies about accepting Christ as our personal Savior. When the check came, Callie and I spent a minute arguing over payment. So I guess it wasn’t a date after all. However, in the end, I did persuade her to let me pay.

            Since we drove separately, Callie left, and I waited for Nancy to collect payment. The bill came to $17.80. I gave her thirty dollars and told her to keep the change.

            She arched an eyebrow. “That’s a pretty healthy tip for a waitress that dropped a glass of water on your lap.”

            “Accidents happen,” I shrugged.

            “It was no accident,” she replied cooly.

            “I see… Why then?”

            Callie and I had arrived on the back side of Bluebird’s lunch rush, so most of the place had cleared out by now. Nancy sat opposite of me. She looked at me blankly. Then with an eerily quiet voice, she said, “I’m sorry about the water on the lap. It’s just, well, love can make a person a little crazy.”

            I didn’t know if I should feel happy or horrified.

HEAVY METAL MIRACLES – PART 2 – CHAPTER 1

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HEAVY METAL MIRACLES

PART 2

CHAPTER 1

ARLO ALDO

A MAN’S STEPS ARE OF THE LORD; HOW THEN CAN A MAN UNDERSTAND HIS OWN WAY? (Proverbs 20:24)

            It’s a strange thing to see your name on a tombstone. But there it was, engraved into the silvery granite. Penny’s name was just to the right of mine. But neither she nor I were dead, otherwise I wouldn’t be looking at my gravestone. For the dead don’t know anything (Ecclesiastes 9:5, 10).

            Just to the left of our tombstone was Elsa’s, my former girlfriend and mother of my daughter, Ivy. Unfortunately, she was deceased. It had been ten years since Penny and I had purchased the two stones from Big Al, a former classmate of Penny’s.

            Despite the name, Big Al wasn’t shady. He was about six foot five inches, close to four hundred pounds, but as gentle as a lamb. He was well suited to deal with grieving people. As a matter of fact, he was so soothing to Penny as we discussed the engravings for Elsa’s stone, she spontaneously suggested that she and I get a stone as well.

            When it got the part about mother of Ivy, Penny whimpered. Big Al took one of her hands in his meaty paw, making it look like a little girl’s hand. He gently patted it with his other hand, and with eyes welling said, “There, there.”

            But it was a few minutes before that, when we overheard Big Al on the phone with a creditor that lit the fire in my fiery, compassionate wife. So when he said “There, there,” she responded, “How about Arlo and I get a stone in addition to Elsa’s?”

            He didn’t try to talk us out of it. Penny also hired him to clean and reengrave preexisting stones from both sides of our family, church family, and a few friends. But that was okay, we were far from hurting financially, and Big Al wasn’t the type to take a handout.

            I looked from my tombstone to my fifteen year-old daughter, Ivy. Joking with her, I said, “Did you bring me here so I would see where I’m gonna end up after driving with you?”

            “Not funny, Dad,” she said, despite giggling.

            Ivy had acquired a learner’s permit, and after practicing in a parking lot, we ventured to the open road. She asked where we should go, and I said wherever you want. I guess since it was Memorial Day, she chose to visit the cemetery where several family members were laid to rest. It also happened to be just a quarter of a mile down the country road from Cotton Creek Cove Fellowship.

            Ivy’s gaze went past me, and I watched the merriment evaporate from her face. I turned to look and there was a girl about thirty yards away sitting cross legged in front of a tombstone.

            “Do you know that girl?” I asked.

            “Yeah, she’s my lab partner in biology.”

            I glanced at the girl in time to watch her take a drag on a cigarette. She seemed pretty young to be smoking. I was glad that there was only one week of school left. Ivy was a good hearted young woman, but rather impressionable. “Do you like her?”

            Ivy shrugged her shoulder casually, running a hand through her hair. “Sure, she’s pretty quiet though. But I discovered we do have some things in common.”

            The girl stood, stepped on her cigarette and began to walk both toward and away from us as she angled to a patch of woods adjoining the cemetery. Being Memorial Day weekend there were enough people roaming around so she didn’t notice Ivy. But my daughter called out, “Hey Rory.”

            The dark haired, dark eyed girl with pale skin stopped. When she saw Ivy, her stony face lit up and she gave a little wave. Her large eyes were heavily mascaraed. She had multiple piercings in her ears, also one in her nose, one in her lip, and two in her left eyebrow. Her jeans were fashionably ripped and underneath a faded red flannel shirt that was unbuttoned, I noticed a black Marilyn Manson t-shirt.

            What did Ivy have in common with this combination goth and grunge girl? She was her polar opposite. Ivy had short blonde hair, blue eyes, a tan, an athletic build, and liked contemporary Christian music.

            I didn’t think of myself as judgmental, having spent many years playing in a dark heavy metal band. And after Eli and I both publicly renounced and repented of our former lifestyle, I had patiently and understandingly counseled many a misguided youth. But as I watched my daughter getting chummy with this girl Rory, who smoked cigarettes at fifteen or sixteen years of age, I felt my body tense. Was there anything else she smoked?

            They talked for ten or fifteen minutes, and I meandered from one grave to another reading the names and dates. But I was more interested in my daughter and her classmate as I gave many a sideways glance. Then they exchanged numbers, and I whispered to my myself, “Oh Lord, help her to be wise as a serpent and harmless as a dove.”

            As Ivy and I strolled toward my maroon Dodge Charger, Ivy told me in a secretive tone. “That was her mom’s grave that she was sitting in front of.”

            “Yeah?”

            “Yeah,” she repeated, and then a troubled look came onto her face before she added, “She died of drug overdose when Rory was only four.”

            “Wow, that’s a shame,” I replied, and meant it.

            “Yeah, she was pretty blown away when I told her I was four when my mom died.”

            “You were almost five,” I said, and then realized I was trying to somehow distance her from what I suspected could be a dangerous relationship. “I don’t ever remember you talking about a Rory before.”

            Ivy was a freshman at a small town high school, about ten miles outside of the thriving metropolis of Cedar Rapids. So I knew almost all of her classmates.

            “Her name is actually Aurora, but she goes by Rory. After her mom died, she lived with her dad and stepmom. Her dad is career army, so she moved around a lot. They don’t get along very well, so he sent her to live with his mother about halfway through this last school year.”

            “I see,” I replied, paused, and asked, “Did I see you two exchange numbers?”

            “Ah huh.”

            “Ya know, Ivy, I don’t think…”

            Ivy giggled and interrupted. “I wondered if you were gonna freak out. She’s not as wild as she looks though.”

            “Oh yeah? Well that wasn’t fake smoke I saw coming out of her mouth. I wasn’t even smoking at fifteen.”

            “She’s sixteen.”

            “Oh, okay, why didn’t you say so?” I replied with good natured sarcasm.

            She giggled some more. I actually took this as a good sign and was grateful we had a close enough relationship to be able to talk about some hard things. Yet her bringing Rory into our lives would eventually bring some discomfort that was awkward to discuss.

            “I’ve talked to her at school about smoking, and she said she is going to quit. She also said she’s interested in coming to church. And she has listened to your music.”

            Thinking of Rory’s t-shirt, I blurted. “That’s not good.”

            Ivy giggled yet again. “Not your first band, your second.”

            She was referring to the band Eli and I called From Baal to the Bible. Our first CD we called Psalm 51. A Psalm of repentance. The group also included Eli’s son Ethan on vocals, and Ethan’s wife Amy on drums.

            “Oh, well, my bad. But I don’t know if you noticed the t-shirt she was wearing under her flannel shirt.”

            “I noticed, but I think that’s just a left over from her rebelling against her dad.”

            “Remember what I always tell you.”

            Ivy rarely behaved like a typical teenager, but she now rolled her eyes before saying. “You are either influenced, or an influencer. Be an influencer.”

            Now I would have giggled, but being a large muscular man, I chuckled instead. “That’s right!”

            “And that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m trying to witness Christ’s love to her.”

            “Very good, sweetheart. Now let’s get a move on cuz your brothers and Adam have baseball games at four.”

            I was referring to her two half siblings, ten year old Jeremiah, who we called Jerry and his Irish twin, nine year old Andrew, who we called Drew. Adam was my best friend Eli’s ten year old son. Since his mother was Penny’s sister Ariel, that made Adam and Ivy cousins, although not by blood. This would become a serious factor many years later.

            When I first discovered that I was going to be a father, I didn’t know then that I already was a father. My previous longtime girlfriend didn’t want me involved in Ivy’s life the first few years of her existence. But when I first knew Penny was pregnant, I thought of Jeremiah 1:5, about God knowing a person before one was even in the womb. The last part of the verse gave me an overwhelming feeling that my child was to be a person of God, possibly a prophet to the nations. So if we had a boy, I asked Penny if we could name him Jeremiah.

            She agreed, but it was our second son, Drew, who showed signs of being a man of God early on. Jerry became somewhat rebellious as he exited preteen years, even beyond typical teen angst. And Ivy, although a well behaved girl, and excellent student, had me concerned during the years that followed befriending Rory.

            During spring break there seemed to be a rift between Ivy and her best friend Crystal. She is Eli and Ariel’s granddaughter. The spat seemed to have been over a boy. At first I thought  Ivy had a crush on him herself. But my wife said Ivy was upset that Crystal was spending more time with him instead of her. So Ivy had been in a bit of a funk ever since.

            Now after her chat with Rory, even the girl’s name sounded a little wild, Ivy seemed quite bubbly. This may sound odd, but I didn’t know if that was a good thing. Relationships are complex. Teenage friendships are often volatile, especially if troubled backgrounds are involved.

            I didn’t want to be judgmental. But I am a father, and my judgment is crucial. My fifteen year old daughter was befriending a sixteen year old girl, who was in our community because of a rift between her and her father. This division with her dad was intense enough for her to move in with her grandmother. She also smokes and wears the t-shirt of a professed satanist who rips Bibles apart on stage.

            Ivy felt like you have to meet people where they are to witness. Okay, true enough. But influence can work both ways. Penny and I would intensify our prayers. We would try to chaperone this friendship as much as possible. But Ivy was rapidly becoming a woman, and with that there would be more and more independence.

            You can’t have love without free will. But free will, combined with youth and a fallen world, is a dangerous cocktail.

HEAVY METAL MIRACLES – CHAPTER 13

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HEAVY METAL MIRACLES

CHAPTER 13

ELI

THEREFORE, LAYING ASIDE ALL MALICE, ALL DECEIT, HYPOCRISY, ENVY, AND ALL EVIL SPEAKING… INDEED YOU HAVE TASTED THAT THE LORD IS GRACIOUS (1 Peter 2:1, 3)

            “Hi Eli,” Ariel said a little breathlessly as she entered the church basement. She unzipped her puffy, shiny white winter coat revealing a low cut top that my eyes lingered on a second too long before they met hers. There seemed to be a twinkle of satisfaction in her windows to the soul before becoming serious.

            “You’ve got to talk Arlo out of it,” Ariel insisted, her large brown eyes pleading. It was about a half an hour before our band was to practice. She pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail, her movements causing her chest to stick out even further. But her words caused me to tense rather than lust.

            For some reason I thought she was talking about suicide. But that couldn’t be. I had breakfast with him earlier in the day, and he had apologized profusely for shutting himself away in his room for a few days. He seemed mellow, even happy, yet I could tell he had been preoccupied. He also seemed on the verge of telling me something, but Mrs. Mendelbright kept lingering around the table.

            “Talk him out of what, quitting the band?” I asked, not knowing what else it could be.

            “He’s quitting the band?”

            “No, I mean I don’t know. I was just throwing up a guess since I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

            “Oh,” she replied, her lovely eyes getting even larger. “So he didn’t tell you then?”

            “Tell me what?”

            “Oh, never mind. I thought you knew.”

            “Knew what?”

            “Tick a lock,” she said, and then made a locking motion at her lips. “It’s not for me to tell, like I said, I thought you knew. I’m gonna run a quick errand.”

            She turned and began to walk briskly away. We were in her family’s church, and our band’s equipment was in the basement where we practiced. It had been two weeks since our reverse hug in the parking lot, which was also when we saw Penny and Arlo share a quick kiss followed by an embrace. In the days after, things between Ariel and me had become both more relaxed, yet strangely awkward because of sexual tension not acted upon.

            I grabbed her around the waist, and we fell onto a sofa that was situated in a corner of the basement. It was our first physical contact since the parking lot incident. “Oh no, you’re not.”

            She giggled and squirmed. Our heads knocked together, but it didn’t hurt much. Then as we wrestled in a sitting position, our cheeks ended up pressed together. I think we both somehow did this on purpose. Then we looked at each other and I kissed her. Then she kissed me. Then we kissed each other as we heard a door open. I abruptly stood and she tumbled onto the floor. I helped her up and said, “Sorry.”

            Ethan, Amy and Crystal came down the stairs. When Crystal spotted us, she ran to Ariel and shouted, “Gammy!”

            I sat back on the couch and asked our granddaughter, “Does Poppop get a hug?”

            She shyly shook her head, making her blonde curls jiggle. I sniffed, made fists and rubbed my eyes as if I was crying. Then she said, “okay,” and flew into my arms.

            “What were you two doing?” Ethan asked.

            Ariel and I glanced guiltily at each other as if we were a couple teenagers and our son was one of our parents. Ariel and I spoke at the same time. She said, “talking,” and I said “nothing.”

            “I thought I saw you helping Mom up off of the floor,” Ethan said.

            I didn’t know what to say. Ariel and I looked at each other. Neither of us wanted to lie, but how could we say why? Thankfully he shrugged and said, “Oh well, nevermind.”

            Sometimes playing dumb really does work.

            As our band practiced, I kept eyeing Arlo all evening. He seemed normal, maybe even a little more lighthearted than usual. So what could be so bad that Ariel wanted me to talk him out of? He and I were the last to leave band practice, and as I contemplated how or what to ask him, he solved the dilemma for me.

            “I asked Penny to marry me,” Arlo said with a sly grin as my mouth dropped open.

            Although I was in fact stunned, I calmly joked. “Well that must have been some kind of hug you two had the other week.”

            “Oh, if you only knew.”

            “So when’s the big day?”

            “She hasn’t said yes yet.”

            “But you think she will?”

            “I do.”

            “That’s what you’re hoping she’ll say one day soon.”

            He eyed me cautiously, and I soon understood why. “Penny’s pregnant.”

            Because of his religious zeal over the last couple years, it didn’t occur to me that Arlo might be the father. I knew that Penny had had a series of flings throughout her thirty eight years, but no serious relationships. I also knew that the recent funk that Arlo had been in had something to do with a child. However, I thought it had something to do with his ex-wife.

            So in the spur of the moment, I put one, plus two, plus three together. But instead of coming up with six, it turned out to be another equation. One, Arlo had been upset over a pregnancy or child. Two, Penny was pregnant, and Arlo was in love with her, and debating whether or not to raise another man’s child. Three, he asked Penny to marry him, therefore deciding to raise a child that wasn’t spawned by him.

            “That’s a very honorable thing to want to do, Arlo,” I told him. “I know if Ariel and I had reacquainted before she married her last husband, I would have gladly raised her daughters as their stepdad.”

            Arlo frowned and responded simply with, “Huh?”

            He was puzzled on a couple of fronts. Turns out I divulged too much information about my feelings for Ariel. Secondly, I discovered that Arlo was in fact the one that impregnated Penny. But how?

            Don’t misunderstand, I know the birds and the bees. I meant with the religious devotion he had been trying to witness to me over the last couple of years, how did he come to impregnate Penny out of wedlock? To him, this was sin. It became a bit of a stumbling block to me as I tried to become a follower of Jesus, rather than just an admirer. I was making the mistake of watching Arlo, and my son for an example, rather than Jesus. I was even looking to Ariel, the woman I found myself lusting after. But if you look to any person other than Christ as an example, you’re bound to be disappointed.

            “Oh,” Arlo gazed at me with regretful eyes. “You see… what happened… um.”

            Realization dawned on me. “So, Penny has a bun in the oven, but you are the one, shall we say, that provided the yeast?”

            He winced, nodded, took off his baseball cap that he was wearing backward, ran his hands through his long blonde hair, and then winced some more. “Are you disappointed?”

            “Yeah I’m disappointed,” I replied evenly. “You come across like the Apostle Paul, often making me feel like a degenerate because I don’t have your passion, zeal, and devotion. Then you not only fornicate but are fathering an illegitimate child.”

            A look flashed onto Arlo’s face that I hadn’t seen since we were on stage together in ‘The Sons of Molech.’ It was a glimpse of the sneer and growl he used to display at our audience, only without the gothic makeup. “Yeah, well I guess you’d know something about fathering illegitimate children.”

            I shrugged, “Yes, I would.”

            He shook his head in disgust, then put his face in his hands, sat in a metal folding chair and began to weep. “I’m sorry, Eli, I truly am. I sinned with Penny. I even wanted to last night. I already loved her, but making a child together… I feel a bond with her I never felt with anyone before. Yes I sinned. But just like 1 John 2:1 tells us. If anyone sins we have an Advocate in Jesus.”

            I crouched by him and patted his knee. “It’s cool, Arlo.”

            He looked at me with bleary eyes. “If you drop the soap, you don’t stop taking a shower.”

            “Huh?” I inquired, feeling myself edge a little away from him.

            He continued, telling me how he went to a pastor in his distress, and was counseled through an analogy of taking a shower. If you drop the soap, it doesn’t mean the shower’s over. You pick it up and continue getting clean. Therefore, if you sin, you ask for forgiveness, repent, and continue to get spiritually clean.

            It did strike a chord with me. I was getting close to becoming a follower of Christ, rather than an admirer. I had bonded with my son, who was deeply spiritual. He was also being influenced by Arlo, and becoming a student of the whole Bible, as well as history. There was also a bond being formed with my son’s mother that was both different and similar to the one we had as teenagers.

            When we were young, I used to think of Ariel as pretty and prude. It was how wholesome and untouchable she seemed that made her all the more desirable. Now there was a similar, yet different atmosphere about her. When we were young, long conservative skirts seemed to be her uniform. Now it was form fitting leggings and tight tops. But that was then, and this was now. One style was decided by her mother, while the other was by herself.

            I’ve never met a woman I was more attracted to than Ariel. And I’ve met plenty. Maybe a large aspect was her seeming untouchable. As a rock star, I had a bevy of attractive women throwing themselves at me. Why do we humans so often want that which is forbidden? When we were young, it was her virginal wholesomeness that kept her from me for a long time. Now it was her recent widowhood, coupled with her skepticism of me when I first arrived.

            Out in the church parking lot, I watched Arlo’s taillights disappear as I put some things onto the passenger seat of my pickup truck. Right as I turned and shut the door, a body loomed with a voice that said, “You’re just now leaving?”

            Startled, maybe even frightened, I reeled back and slammed the side of my head into the door of my truck. As I winced and rubbed my noggin, the female voice gasped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean scare you, Eli.”

            “I wasn’t scared, little lady,” I replied with a mockingly macho voice. “I was just making sure my door was shut with my head.”

            She laughed but then looked a little uneasy. “I was doing some things in the church office when I noticed you and Arlo leaving… So did you?”

            “Find out about Penny being pregnant and the marriage proposal?”

            “Okay, good, so did you talk some sense into him?” She asked as she casually unzipped her puffy coat halfway down again. Why were we outside? She had to be purposely enticing me. It was painful, but I kept my eyes glued to hers.

            “I don’t think that’s my business, Ariel. Besides, she only said maybe, not yes.”

            “Maybe with Penny or me might as well be yes when it comes to guys.”

            “Why are you so against Penny marrying Arlo? He’s a good man, and well to do.”

            “Because Penny isn’t the relationship type, and they’ve only know each other for like two minutes.”

            “They’ve known each other long enough and well enough to make a baby.”

            “That’s because Arlo’s a hypocrite.”

            “Why is he a hypocrite?”

            “Getting so exacting and legalistic with the Bible, and then he goes and fornicates.”

            “What about Penny? It takes two to tango. You all come from a religious family. She’s been a professed Christian a lot longer than Arlo.”

            She shrugged nonchalantly. “I love my sister, but she’s a hypocrite too.”

            “What about you?” I asked as I leaned into kiss her.

            Before I connected, she giggled and shoved me away. “I’m only a borderline hypocrite.”

            She turned and began to walk briskly away, her female form swaying in the moonlight. She called over her shoulder, “Goodnight.”

            In few quick steps I caught up to her, grasped her hand, and spun her around. “Let’s cross the border.”

            A minute later I pulled my mouth from hers. Grinning I said, “Hypocrite.”

            Smiling back, she abruptly zipped her coat up, spun on her heels, walked briskly away again and said over her shoulder, “Close, but not quite.”

            “Yet,” I said.

            She stopped, turned to face me, and with a flirtatious smile said, “Maybe.”

            Then for a third time, she spun and walked briskly away, disappearing into the night.

HEAVY METAL MIRACLES – CHAPTER 10

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HEAVY METAL MIRACLES

CHAPTER 10

PENNY

  BEHOLD I STAND AT THE DOOR AND KNOCK. IF ANYONE HEARS MY VOICE AND OPENS THE DOOR, I WILL COME IN TO HIM AND DINE WITH HIM, AND HE WITH ME. (Revelation 3:20)

            “So Penny, what was going on with you and Arlo last night?” my sister demanded with hands on her hips.

            “So Ariel, what was going on with you and Eli last night?” I replied, mimicking her hands on hips.

            She folded her arms over her chest, lifting her chin. “I asked first.”

            “Give me a break, what, are we kids again fighting over a doll?”

            “You didn’t play with dolls.”

            “I did so.”

            “Yeah, only to play doctor with them.”

            “And what did I become?”

            She snorted a laugh. “Eli and I were simply reminiscing of our time as teenagers. It was an innocent, nostalgic look at the stars.”

            “Yeah? As he hugged you from behind?”

            “It was cold. Now what about you and Arlo in a lip lock and a tight embrace?”

            “It was a friendly kiss.”

            “On the lips? I’ve never kissed a friend, male or female on the lips.”

            “Well, I guess I’m friendlier than you.”

            She laughed menacingly. “Yeah, Penny, ‘I hate people.’ Baldwin is friendlier than me.”

            I sighed and sat down behind my desk. We were in my office at the clinic I shared with two other vets. I was tired. Abby, our best assistant, quit with less than two weeks notice. Yet, I understood her situation, and we parted on good terms. The night before I slept poorly due to the uncertainty of Arlo’s  and my relationship. Then twenty minutes before my sister arrived, I lost a family’s beloved Cocker Spaniel.

            Although I had warned them it was a long shot, and although I try to stay detached from defeats in veterinarian practice, the moment had worn me down. I couldn’t stop a couple tears from my eyes. I whimpered, “I’m in love with Arlo.”

            “Oh Sweety,” my sister replied, pulling up a chair next to me, and taking one of my hands. My sister was a very empathetic person. She was right about me having a hard time liking people, although hate was too strong of a description. I think anyway. So just as a yawn often causes another person to yawn, my tears produced tears to emit from Ariel’s eyes. “Isn’t Arlo seeing Abby, though?”

            “That’s what I was talking to him about.”

            “And?”

            “When Arlo first showed up in town, he was hanging out with both Abby and me. But he had the Bible in common with Abby, and nothing is more important to him. I was jealous, and knew he and I had chemistry. So four months ago I seduced him… And it worked.”

            Ariel’s large brown eyes became even larger, and her mouth gaped in surprise. She whispered, “You and Arlo had… Sex?”

            I cringed, the word sex never sounded dirtier. But I didn’t feel that way about the passion between Arlo and me that night. So I declared, “We made love.”

            “I don’t get it, he’s so devout. He makes such a big deal about what day a person worships on. Yet he fornicates outside of the bonds of marriage?”

            “It’s not like that Ariel. All have sinned. He was devastated. He even tried to flee right before we, you know…”

            “You mean you had to talk him into it?” She frowned. Her words and expression made me feel like a tramp.

            “Let’s just say I persuaded him.”

            “How?”

            “Well sister, I may not be as striking as you, but I can still be rather sexy.”

            “Me more striking? Hardly! I’ve always been envious of how you can still look lovely even when you’re dressed more like a guy.”

            “I’ve always been envious of…” I pointed at her chest.

            “And I’ve always been envious of your perfect legs.”

            “Okay, we’re a couple hot sisters,” I said. But then becoming uncomfortable with the beginnings of a love fest, I teased, “Despite you being in your forties now.”

            “Yeah, well you’re not far behind,” she grinned. Then she grew serious. “So, after your night with Arlo, what happened?”

            “Nothing,” I shrugged. “I felt terrible that he felt terrible. I also knew that Abby had a thing for him, and that they were better suited for each other, so I stayed out of the way. Besides, I found it highly unlikely that Arlo would give into temptation again. And at the time I was mostly interested in him physically.”

            “So why did Abby give him a Dear John letter then?”

            “She confided in me that Arlo didn’t reciprocate her feelings for him. Also that he asked about me on a regular basis. Then last week she asked me about the few times I hung out with Arlo. I told her I began to avoid him so she could be free to win his heart. My seemingly selfless act moved her. So now she has switched things up so I could be free to be with Arlo.”

            “By the looks of last night it would seem that you are.”

            “It’s complicated. Due to religious convictions, we would have to be married before we would, um, well, you know…”

            “Have sex?”

            “Make love.”

            “Apples and oranges, my dear. So let me ask you this. How come you’re so willing to fornicate? Are all the times I’ve seen you in church just for Mom’s benefit?”

            “In all honesty, pleasing Mom plays a big part. But I’m also a seeker, and sanctification is a process that is the work of a lifetime. Besides, like you always say, we’re saved by grace.”

            “That doesn’t mean we’re free to do whatever we want.”

            “Oh really? So let me get this straight. It would be a sin for me to fornicate with Arlo. But it’s okay for you to worship on the day that religious systems appointed rather than the day God Himself  blessed and made holy.”

            “Once again, apples and oranges.”

            “I beg to differ. Sin is transgression of the law, says 1 John 3:4. And the Ten Commandments are the only part of the Bible that God wrote Himself. You can’t pick and choose which ones are necessary and which aren’t.”

            “I understand your point. However, you can’t compare getting naked with another person with what day you choose to worship on. You should worship God every day.”

            “True, but there is only one day that God set apart as particularly special and blessed. Malachi 3:6 declares that God does not change. So where do human beings get off on thinking they can change the law of God? Yet the Bible predicted that the religious system that ruled in the dark ages would think to do just that. Daniel 7:25 talks about this persecuting power that would think to change times and law. The Sabbath is both. And the Word of God predicted this many centuries before it happened.”

            “Well, it’s tradition now,” Ariel said with a shrug.

            “In vain they worship me teaching as doctrines the commandments of men. For laying aside the commandment of God, you hold the tradition of men. That’s Mark 7 verses 7 and 8.”

            She snorted. “It seems Arlo and Abby are turning you into a legalist.”

            “That depends on your reason for obeying the law of God. If you’re doing so just out of duty, then yes, you’re a legalist. But Jesus said in John 14:15, if you love Me, keep my commandments. So our motive to obey should be because we love Him.”

            Ariel’s mouth hung open and her arms were crossed defiantly across her chest. But then she forced a smile. “Look at you, Pen, you’re not only a DVM, but a Bible scholar as well. How did that happen?”

            I shrugged. “It has been a lonely few months, so I’ve been studying for myself the things Abby and then Arlo have been telling me. I guess you could say Abby had planted the seeds, and Arlo watered them.”

            Ariel changed the subject. “So what would you do if Arlo asked you to marry him?”

            “He’s not going to because we haven’t known each other all that long.”

            “That’s not what I asked. I asked what would you do if he asked?

            “I don’t know,” I replied and then bit my thumb. “But we’d need to see each other for a while first.”

            “Oh my word! My confirmed bachelorette sister would consider a husband?”

            “Whoever said I was a confirmed bachelorette? Just because marriage has never been a priority with me? I’d consider settling down with the right guy one day.”

            “And Arlo, former wild rock star, might be he?”

            “Doubtful, but never say never. Now it’s your turn, buckaroo.”

            “What do you mean?” my sister asked with wide innocent eyes.

            “You know very well what I mean. That backwards hug between you and Eli. I don’t buy for a second that it was just cold. Otherwise you wouldn’t have stepped out of it so quickly.”

            “Honestly, I was just reminiscing. My senior year of high school was the happiest time of my life, mostly because of Eli. But then it ended up the worst time of my life after he not only left town but left me pregnant.”

            “You know, last night when we saw each other, I swear it looked like Eli was about to kiss either your neck or cheek.”

            “Really?” Ariel asked, and then bit her thumb and began to stare at nothing.

            “Reminiscing my foot,” I suggested.

            Ariel snapped out of her trance and then laughed. “What are we… a couple of teenagers?”

            After she left, I took of my white lab coat and hung it on a hook. My t-shirt rose a couple inches, and I yanked it down in annoyance. I needed to stop snacking in between meals. I frowned, went to a mirror, and lifted my shirt. As I studied my midriff, Ariel walked back into my office.

            “I forgot my…” She started to say, and then froze. “Pen… are you… pregnant?”

            “Of course not,” I snapped, yanking my shirt back down.

            “Are you sure?”

            “Sure I’m sure. I think I’d know, being a doctor. I just need to go on a diet.”

            “When was your last period?”

            “I don’t know, a couple months ago. Look, the last couple years it’s been inconsistent. I think I’m perimenopausal.”

            “You know your night of passion with Arlo. Did he, um, wear a certain something when you two became one?”

            “No,” I replied quietly as I felt my face flush. Denial is a strange thing. “Do you really think I could be pregnant?”

            Ariel looked sympathetic, yet sarcastically said, “I don’t know, Sis, I’m not a doctor. But I’m gonna go out on a limb and suggest Abby wasn’t the only one that planted a seed in you, albeit this being a different kind.”