BLACK SABBATH

CHAPTER 29

SEVEN SALLIE

BECAUSE YOU HAVE KEPT MY COMMAND TO PERSEVERE, I ALSO WILL KEEP YOU FROM THE HOUR OF TRIAL WHICH SHALL COME UPON THE WHOLE WORLD, TO TEST THOSE WHO DWELL UPON THE EARTH. (Revelation 3:10)

            “There they are!” The leader of an angry mob of about two dozen men yelled.

            Inga and C.S. Lewis were sprinting out of the woods with the mob on their tail. They came toward the small group of us that were sitting on Lewis’s deck overlooking his back yard. Between their hostility and the side effects of the loathsome sores from the first plague (Revelation 16:2), they looked like a band of demons.

            All of us offered up prayers on the order of ‘Lord help us!’

            There were about twenty steps leading up to the large deck. No sooner had Inga and C. S. taken them two at a time, when a being that glowed bright white suddenly appeared at the foot. He waved a laser like sword that blazed with a brilliant silvery hue.

            The angry group fell back in a manner that reminded me of John chapter eighteen when the mob was seeking to arrest Jesus. Our Savior had asked who they were seeking. When they replied, “Jesus of Nazareth,” our Lord replied, “I am He,” and they all fell back.

            Sin makes people stupid. Instead of fleeing, the mob still pursued Jesus. Although He could have annihilated them with a word, our Lord allowed Himself to be taken. Not only that, when one of his disciples cut off an ear of one of Jesus’s captors, Jesus healed it. Yet another element that should have given them pause.

            Not unlike those responsible for the death of our Redeemer, this mob stood their ground. Well, actually they did take a couple steps back. But then the hair on the back of my neck raised when the leader barked, “Just give us Seven Sallie!”

            “We’re sorry, Seven!” Inga said, a look of consternation on her face. “We were running scared, we didn’t mean to lead them here.”

            “It’s not your fault,” I replied. Then I frowned as I realized that wasn’t true. Nonetheless, I didn’t hold it against them.

            A chill ran up my spine when the angel looked at me and said, “Come on, Seven.”

            “You’re gonna give me up!”

            The majestic being smiled reassuringly and said, “Fear not, I will approach them with you.”

            “Cool!” I replied confidently. But it turned out to be a similar experience like Peter’s. I’m referring to when he walked to Jesus on the water in Matthew chapter fourteen. Only my experience happened as we walked in C. S. Lewis’s backyard.

            Between the result of their loathsome sores and their open hostility, the mob truly looked like a pack of devils. Yet for every step the angel and I took, the angry mob took two steps back as their fuming countenances turned to fear. Then something changed. The group stopped. Their expressions changed to vengeful delight and bloodthirsty hunger.

            I looked toward my angelic companion, but he was gone! In his place was a feeble looking old man. With a long white beard and kindly eyes, he reminded me of Captain Kirk, our Pastor at Cotton Creek Fellowship back in eastern Iowa.

            “Where’s the, ah…” I frantically looked around! I was about to do a quick retreat when the old man grabbed my forearm with surprising strength. He calmly declared, as if we were out for a casual stroll, “Once again, you need not be afraid. Do you believe me?”

            I could tell by the strong grip on my arm that this was no ordinary geriatric gentleman. I nodded and as the mob descended upon us, the old man simply held up a hand in a stop gesture. I don’t know what the demon inspired group saw. I saw nothing out of the ordinary. But they not only stopped on a dime, they turned and fled, falling over each other in their haste.

            “Who are you?” I asked in awe as I went to one knee and bowed my head.

            “Stand up,” he ordered. Then he quoted the last half of Revelation 19:10 as he gave me a gentle rebuke. “I am your fellow servant, and of your brethren who have the testimony of Jesus. Worship God! For the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.”

            “Yes, sir,” I conceded. Then I tried again. “Who are you?”

            “The name the Savior gave me is Querida,” the old man told me with a gentle smile as he offered me his hand to shake.

            I paused, looking at the hand that caused two dozen men armed with clubs, knives, and even a couple guns, to flee. Still cautious, I raised my eyes from his hand to his eyes. They seemed to be laughing. As I took his hand in my right, I pointed with my left toward the area where the mob fled. “How did you do that?”

            “Would you have asked that if I had remained in my heavenly body?” Querida, pronounced Kayreeda, asked. I found out later that his name means ‘beloved.’

            “You know, I don’t think I would have,” I admitted.

            “Do you not believe that the Lord’s strength is made perfect in weakness?” he asked, quoting a portion of 2 Corinthians 12:9.

            “Until now I would have said yes,” I replied, feeling humbled. Then I cast my gaze that was upon him downward. “But my behavior a moment ago proved otherwise.”

            He patted my shoulder. “Well done.”

            “Well done? I just admitted failure. I just acknowledged that when you transformed from a brilliant angel into a feeble old man, my faith wavered big time.”

            “Just like courage doesn’t mean the absence of fear, going forward in faith doesn’t necessarily mean the absence of doubt. When I asked if you believed, you nodded and went forward. This despite wondering whether I was of God or of the ruler of this world. What convinced you to go forward?”

            (To reference ‘ruler of this world’ see the Gospel of John 12:31, 14:30, and 16:11)

            “Well, I tended to believe you were from God. But I suppose I figured if you weren’t, I trusted what Jesus admonished in Matthew 10:28. They would be able to kill my body, but my soul was safe with God.”

            “Splendid!” Querida beamed.

            “But why an old man?”

            “You mean as opposed to somebody like Brock Storm?” he asked, referring to my cousin who was built like a linebacker who became a pro wrestler.

            “You know of Brock?”

            He arched an eyebrow.

            “Oh right,” I replied to his unspoken insinuation that he was a supernatural being. “How long can you stay in a human body?”

            “It’s human like, but not quite like you. It’s more like a cloak I can only wear for a short time.”

            “Do you always use an old man for a, um, cloak.”

            “Actually, I became an old man this time because I’m tired of this world. Just plain wore out!”

            “You get tired?”

            “Not in the same way you do.”

            “Obviously the second coming of Christ is closer than ever now that the seven last plagues have fallen. So do you know exactly when Jesus will return now?”

            He shook his head. “Matthew 24:36 will be in effect until 1 Thessalonians 4:16 happens.”

            “I see, makes sense. I just thought, well, you know…”

            “I can tell you this much. Between the destruction of the plagues and the very nearness of Christ’s glorious appearing, I’m afraid you won’t be able to go home.”

            I was stunned. “You mean I won’t see my daughter and son again?”

            “Not on this earth, I’m sorry to say. But I’m happy to say you will meet them as you rise into the air to meet Jesus.”

            “And so shall we ever be with the Lord!”

            “Amen, brother!”

            An angel called me brother! “How often have you made yourself known to us humans?”

            He shook his head. “With the seven last plagues having fallen, things are different. There are many cells of believers, like you here, who have obeyed the law of God rather than the laws of men. They need reassurance and sometimes protection.”

            “Acts 5:29,” I added happily, quoting the scripture about obeying God. “So is this the first time you’ve appeared as a person to a person?”

            “Oh no,” he said shaking his head. “But always before, the person I’ve assisted either couldn’t see me, or they thought I was a fellow human.”

            “I feel privileged.”

            “Your friends look worried,” Querida said, pointing. Everyone on the deck was standing at the railing looking concerned. “Come on, let’s go back to our soon to be heavenly, eternal family and reassure them. The dark night of this earth’s history is almost complete.”

(Writer’s note: FYI, next week will be the last installment of ‘Black Sabbath.’ The next story I plan to write will be about angels. They are mentioned numerous times in the Bible, even the fallen angels. I’ve always been fascinated contemplating the angelic realm and want to explore in imagination what angels, even fallen ones, might think about our world, etc. I plan to do this mainly through the character you just met, Querida. As always, I thank you for your interest! And I pray God blesses you and yours!)

BLACK SABBATH

CHAPTER 19

INGA LIKAS (AKA INGA COGNITO)

THEN I, JOHN, SAW THE HOLY CITY, NEW JERUSALEM, COMING DOWN OUT OF HEAVEN FROM GOD (Revelation 21:2)

            Sevenia Sallie and I were both pumped with positive adrenaline. Yet as we anticipated a supernatural encounter, possibly even meeting an angelic being, we had butterflies flittering in our midsections. The young woman I walked along beside voiced my own concern. “Inga, I feel unworthy for what we may encounter.”

            The positive adrenaline flipped to a negative panic attack. The flitter of happy butterflies turned to a flutter of angry bats. I stopped dead in my tracks. Sevenia Sallie, who as a teenager was known as the girl prophetess felt unworthy? How much more a woman who had thus far spent most of her adult life as a homeless vagabond feel? A woman who several months ago had been arrested for shoplifting.

            Sevenia took two more steps without me by her side. Then she turned and took a step back toward me. Her Emerald eyes were wide and expressive. “Inga, what’s wrong?”

            “If you feel unworthy, then I have no business proceeding to our destination. You better go without me.”

            “Inga, remember what Captain Kirk told us? If we follow the Holy Spirit’s lead, we will be blessed. If not, well?”

            “You know my background Sevenia. I was thief, a liar, a…”

            “Did you hear what you said?” she interrupted with a gentle smile. “You was. Hand me your Bible.”

            She put out an open palm. I pulled the small New Testament from the pocket of my blue flannel shirt. I meekly asked, “What for?”

            She opened it to first Corinthians chapter six and read some verses describing different manners of sin. Then her almond shaped green eyes looked into my round arctic blues as she read verse eleven. “Such WERE some of you. But you were washed, you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God.”

            This is why fellowship is so important. The Bible instructs us to exhort one another daily. (Hebrews 3:13) Sevenia’s encouragement chased away the devil’s discouragement. Like the song, I turned my eyes upon Jesus and looked full in His wonderful face. I felt the comfort of the Comforter ooze into me. The precious gift of the Holy Spirit that Jesus also called the Helper in John chapter fourteen.

            “Thanks for that,” I told Sevenia.

            “Just doing what you’ve been doing for countless others,” she said with a grin. I had thought the song ‘Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus,’ but now Sevenia began to sing it. I joined her and when our choir of two finished, we hugged. Then we proceeded to the two hundred year old oak tree behind the big, faded red barn.

            Brock Storm had tied a bench swing to a thick limb that jutted out horizontally from the large tree. The limb was about as large as a full grown tree itself. Sevenia and I watched the beautiful multicolored sunset as we sat side by side. As talented as many artists are, nothing can match the living art from God’s orderly Creation.

            This was a special sunset, set apart from the previous six that week. For this sunset signified the beginning of the Sabbath, representing the rest God Himself took after Creation. (Genesis 2:2, 3) Then He commanded us to do the same every week in Exodus 20:8-11 and  Deuteronomy 5:12-15.

            Sevenia led us in a prayer, thanking our Lord for the Sabbath as the big orange ball slipped beneath the horizon that Friday evening. For we believed the Biblical Sabbath was from sundown Friday until sundown Saturday. (See Genesis 1:19, 23, 31)

            Many had called us legalists, especially those who were angriest as the seven last plagues fell. But were we who kept the commandments of God and the faith of Jesus legalists? (Revelation 14:12). I should say not! Were we saved because we kept the law? No, we kept the law BECAUSE we were saved. We didn’t keep the law TO be saved.  

            It’s called righteousness by faith. In other words, we are saved by grace through faith, it is a gift from God, and not by our works (Ephesians 2:8, 9). However, in Romans 6:1 the Apostle Paul asks if we continue to sin because we are saved by grace. In verse two he answers his own question. Certainly not!

            So why do we who are saved keep the commandments, the one part of the Bible God wrote Himself with His own finger? Jesus put it as simply as He possibly could in John 14:15. “If you love Me, keep My commandments.” And when you spend time with Jesus, examine and contemplate His life through study and prayer, you tend to fall in love with Him.

            The interesting thing is the only one of the ten commandments that mainstream Christianity seemed to have a problem with is the fourth. Maybe that’s why God allowed it to be the test of love and loyalty. He says in Jeremiah 17:10 that He searches the heart and tests the mind.

            The other interesting thing to consider is why exactly did Satan seek to change this aspect of the law of God. Quite simply because it was the one commandment that recognizes God as Creator. Isaiah chapter fourteen tells of the fall of Lucifer, who would become Satan. He declared in verse fourteen that he wanted to be like the Most High.

            So the seal of God or the mark of the beast came down to the Sabbath of the Bible verses the sabbath made popular by the Roman Empire, Sunday. Mankind, through religious and political leaders, would attempt to change the Bible Sabbath, that element of time, which is also part of the law (Daniel 7:25).

            Because of this, Sunday would become what most of the world would embrace as the sabbath, centuries after the Bible predicted that it would think to do this in the book of Daniel. But just because mankind declared it changed, does that make it so? God says of Himself that He does not change. (Malachi 3:6)

            If you followed the world, or the majority, you received the mark of the beast. The mark in one’s hand or forehead that allowed you to buy and sell. Was this referring to a computer chip? It played a part, but it wasn’t what the scriptures were actually warning of. The mark represents what we think, forehead, and what we do, hand.

            Thankfully Jesus called us out of the world (John 15:19). He wanted to give us the seal of God by doing so. But He doesn’t force us to follow Him. Satan does, simply by using our selfish human natures. But Christ stands at the door of the heart and knocks, politely asking for entrance. (Revelation 3:20).

            So the majority of the religious world had blamed us Sabbatarians for the seven last plagues. This was primarily due to false prophets and teachers doing miracles (Matthew 24:24). They sanctioned Sunday observance in the process. The biggest swing was when Satan himself appeared as an angel of light and deceived the vast multitudes (2 Corinthians 11:13-15). We needed to become like the noble Bereans who searched the scriptures daily (Acts 17:11).

            When Sevenia ended her prayer, we both said amen. She had a look of delightful expectancy on her face after we lifted our bowed heads. I wonder if I had the same, because when she turned her gaze upon me, the wattage of her lit up countenance only increased.

            In only a few minutes of prayer, the beauty of the setting sun had shifted colors and patterns. The sparse clouds went from an orangey lavender to a radiant hot pink. Sevenia emitted a happy sigh. “That beautiful sky sure is a welcome site.”

            “It sure is,” I replied with a strange mixture of calm excitement, wondering what we were welcoming.

            As twilight began to fade into darkness, it happened. It was as if the sun reversed itself. But it wasn’t the sun that lightened our eyesight. It was an angel, a messenger from God that took Sevenia and I off into vision. It was like the ultimate good dream. Yet we were fully awake. I think.

            Our heads tilted up, and our arms extended palms up. Our necks were powerless to move our heads down and our arms powerless to retract to our sides. But we cared not. We were completely enthralled by the vision before our minds.

            It was as if it was happening in the sky. I even wondered if our friends back at the house were seeing the same thing we were. Our guide was a bright light, the voice like a rippling stream, beautiful and melodic as it spoke. “This is a little preview of the city of God, the New Jerusalem. This is to strengthen your resolve.”

            This spectacular city, spoken of by John in the twenty-first chapter of Revelation, had been moving toward us. It had stopped as soon as our guide said, ‘little preview.’ Then our guide became a little like a realtor showing us a house. But this was the heavenly city that was described in Revelation. It was three hundred and seventy five miles on each side. Plus instead of studying every room of a house, we got quick glimpses of different aspects of the city structure, both from near and afar. Zooming in and out.

            The walls were over two hundred feet high and eighteen inches thick. They were made of solid jasper. There were twelve gates made of pearl. The main street of the city was pure gold, like transparent glass. The aforementioned foundation had twelve layers of precious stones: jasper, sapphire, chalcedony, emerald, sardonyx, sardius, chrysolite, beryl, topaz, chrysoprase, jacinth, and amethyst. It was beautiful! How often is that said about a foundation?

            The music, oh the music bringing praise to our Savior! It was like nothing ever heard on earth! We could feel the love all around us, although the images of inhabitants were vague, maybe even veiled. Then as quickly as we were whisked away in vision, we were back on the swing on the oak behind the old barn. The last remnant of twilight was giving way to the stars. It seemed time had stood still while we made this little trip. If that’s what you call it.

            Our guide had been as it were a beam of light. But now in the coming night, he took on a shadowy human form.  We could make out no features, but his voice, before heavenly, unearthly, was now that of an older man. Not unlike our beloved Pastor, Captain Kirk.

            “I suppose you are wondering why you two were giving a glimpse of what is to soon come,” he said.

            Sevenia and I, both speechless at first with awe, simply nodded. Then she said, “You said something about strengthening our resolve.”

            “Yes, okay, I will fill you in. It is really quite simple,” he told us. “You both have proven faithful and highly favored. You both have proven to be a blessing to others, especially those who have come to the truth of late, during the loud cry.

            “But many are experiencing wavering courage since the falling of the first plague. Many do not understand how they avoided the first plague. They have very limited understanding in spiritual things. But when push came to shove with mandatory worship, they simply obeyed God rather than men. When you return to the house, you will discover the second plague had fallen. The seas have become as the blood of a dead man.”

            “Oh my,” Sevenia and I said at the same time.

            “Inga, you will need to leave the safety of this refuge for a while. Are you willing?”

            “Yes.”

            The angel laughed. “I figured as much. Your mission is relatively close, Sevenia. You will be needed here to keep believers encouraged, so you will remain close by.”

            I never felt so alive in my life. I would try to run through a wall if asked. Then his next words would humble me. But strength is made perfect in weakness. (2 Corinthians 12:9).

            “You will be needed to pay a visit to one of Bryson Bronx’s nephews.”

            This was where I was humbled. At the name Bryson Bronx, the cult leader with whom I partially grew up under, I felt a wave of anxiety. I didn’t like any of Bronx’s family members, especially any of his four arrogant, entitled nephews. Was it even possible even one of them avoided the first plague? But who was I to judge? Only God knows the heart. With great apprehension I asked, “Which one?”

            I silently prayed that it wouldn’t be Jackson. It certainly couldn’t have been him. He was as dark and brooding as the other three combined, and they were all bad enough individually. But it wasn’t the Lord’s will.

            Almost apologetically he said, “Jackson Bronx.”

BLACK SABBATH

CHAPTER 14

SEVEN SALLIE

NOW WHEN THEY BRING YOU TO THE SYNAGOGUES AND MAGISTRATES AND AUTHORITIES, DO NOT WORRY ABOUT HOW OR WHAT YOU SHOULD ANSWER, OR WHAT YOU SHOULD SAY. FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT WILL TEACH YOU IN THAT VERY HOUR WHAT YOU OUGHT TO SAY. (Luke 12:11, 12)

            “You just don’t get it!” the Congressman barked. His silver hair was perfectly coifed, and his capped white teeth seemed like a tight fit in his mouth. “It’s been proven that the Sunday laws have brought peace out of chaos. Mandatory worship has brought reverence back to God from a disrespectful and sinful society.”

            “Reverence to the god of this world, and of this age,” I replied.

            “What’s that supposed to mean?”

            “The Bible says, where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty (2 Corinthians 3:17). When you tell someone they HAVE to worship a deity, where is the liberty in that?”

            “Do you have children, Mr. Sallie?”

            “You know that I do. It was my daughter that arranged this hearing.”

            “When you instruct a child to say their prayers before bed time or at a meal, is that removing their liberty?”

            “Are you saying the citizens of this state and this country are like children that need their elected representatives to parent them and order them to say their prayers?”

            “Part of my campaign when I ran for office was supporting the agenda to bring our country back to morality. So you see, Mr. Sallie, you are not just rebelling against the authorities, you are rebelling against we the people.”

            “Well, if the majority of we the people want to take away my freedom to worship God according to my convictions, then I guess that would be rebelling. I obey the government of the God of the Bible first and foremost.”

            “Ah, and that’s where you missed the boat.  Don’t you see? We have joined our government of this fine country with the government of God.”

            “Poppycock.”

            “Poppycock?” he laughed mockingly. “Who uses poppycock in this day and age?”

            “It seems I just did.”

            “I suppose an archaic term goes with archaic reasoning.”

            “My reasoning comes from the Bible.”

            “With all due reverence to the Holy Scriptures, that’s part of your problem. Even the newest portions of the Bible were written two thousand years ago. That’s why Jesus gave authority to the church. Societies change and evolve, and then they need to adapt to those changes through the democracy of the ecclesiastic.”

            “Help me understand, Congressman. Are you saying the church has authority over the Bible?”

            “It does indeed.”

            “Not in my religious convictions, Sir. The Bible warns of an apostate religion. It predicted the dark ages, and it warns of persecution once again at the end of time. So the Bible has absolute supreme authority over the church. ”

            “And you have a right to those beliefs, Mr. Sallie. But you also have an obligation to obey the law of the land. The view that these Sunday laws will bring about persecution is ludicrous. The majority of we the people have concluded that Sunday reverence and worship is for the betterment of society.”

            “The majority killed Jesus. The majority refused to get on Noah’s ark. The majority bowed down to Nebuchadnezzar s golden image, save for Shadrack, Meshack, and Abednego. Now you’re trying to force Bible Sabbath keepers to bow down to your idol of Sunday.”

            “How dare you call the holy day of God an idol! I think our patience with the obstinacy of you anti-Sunday rebels has run its course. I think it’s due to your irreverence that we haven’t eradicated natural calamities, famine and strife. Maybe it might be best if you all were eradicated.”

            “Seriously? You just said Sunday laws wouldn’t lead to persecution.”

            “I miss spoke, I do apologize,” he back tracked. “Scratch that from the record.”

            “So by eradicated, you mean that it is expedient that Sabbath keepers be eliminated for the good of the country? Kind of like what Caiphas said regarding Jesus in John 11:50?”

            The Congressman looked around puzzled. I suppose he didn’t know what I was referring to. But he quickly regained his composure and made an attempted at a joke. It did obtain a few snickers when he declared, “Maybe they should bring back the frontal lobotomy for you fanatics.”

            The joke was tasteless, so I wondered if he was trying to lure me into something I said when I was a well-known, polarizing talk show host, during my pre-Christian days. I’m not proud of the many things I said and did back then. Especially of my reputation as a carouser, which led to my comment.

            So I will fill you in, because he was in fact trying to entice me with a well-known quote of mine from my syndicated show from the past. I had a guest on my show that was discussing realms of psychiatry. After he shared the history of the frontal lobotomy, and how it turned so many into zombies, I had said, ‘I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.’

            The Congressman smirked at me in anticipation, but I didn’t take the bait. I calmly asked, “Congressman, do you understand the rebellion in heaven? Do you understand the reason we exist in a sin filled world?”

            “Since you seem to have all the answers, why don’t you enlighten me?”

            “With all due respect, Congressman, you are very public with your profession of Christianity. Would you mind explaining your view on the fall of mankind?”

            “Your agenda is the one under scrutiny here, Mr. Sallie. I have simply been selected by my colleagues to lead this inquiry, which was, as you know, requested by your daughter. My personal views are irrelevant. I am here to uphold what has become the law of the land, and to stop people like you from thinking they can make their personal views the law of the land.”

            “That’s absurd!” I replied. “I am in no way, at all, expecting or even wanting my personal views to be the law of the land. I am simply arguing for the right to exercise freedom of religion, established by our founding fathers. And part of that freedom is not being required to observe a day contrary to the Ten Commandment Law of God.”

            “Objection!” the Congressman barked.

            There was a judge presiding over our conversation, but up until now he had been a silent observer. “Congressman, this is an informal hearing, not a trial, so there are no objections. On the other hand, Mr. Sallie, be careful not to defame other persons’ convictions of faith.”

            “Have I done such, your Honor?” I asked.

            “No Sir, but you are getting close.”

            “May I ask how?”

            “By insinuating that the sabbath of the majority is not part of the Decalogue.”

            “With all due respect, your Honor, it is not.”

            “That may be your truth, Mr. Sallie. But you need to respect the truth of your fellow citizens.”

            “In reality, is there such a thing as your truth and my truth? Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life, and the Holy Bible is the book that testifies of Him. So anybody’s personal, so called, truth is irrelevant. The Bible is the only source of genuine truth. Creation is truth, while evolution is a theory.”

            “Can you explain Creation, Mr. Sallie?” The Congressman asked.

            “Only from the perspective of the Bible. God created in six days and rested the seventh, establishing the Sabbath.”

            “Very well, Mr. Sallie. But many of us believe in a combination of Creation and evolution. There’s no way you can prove it was six literal days. The six day account is likely a hypothetical situation.”

            “Is that why the accuracy of the real Sabbath is unimportant to your side? Because you view Creation as hypothetical?”

            “I do not view Creation as hypothetical, only the duration. But you are getting side tracked. We may just need to agree to disagree. I say the church has authority to declare what is the sabbath, and you say it doesn’t. But regardless, of what you or I want, the Sunday sabbath has become the law of the land.”

            “Yes, it has become the law of the land,” I agreed. “And the Bible predicted this would happen. In the Old Testament book of Daniel no less (verse 7:25), it says that man would arrogantly intend to change times and law, as well as persecute God’s people. The Sabbath as well as Creation represent time, and obviously the Sabbath also represents law.”

            “Once again, Mr. Sallie, you interpret the Bible one way, John Doe another, Joe Smith yet another. That’s why the church, now finally combined with the state, has supreme authority over the Bible and all of its interpreters. This is now the entity that has moral authority, and you might as well get used to it. Signing in with a worship service, of your choice mind you, once a week every Sunday is not a tall order. There are some services that are not even a half hour long. That’s easier than paying taxes.”

            “My church doesn’t have a Sunday service.”

            “Well maybe it should.”

            “Why don’t you make a law requiring that?”

            “It’s not a bad idea, Mr. Sallie. You know, you ought to be grateful. In some places people like you are imprisoned and even put to death.”

            “I am grateful. Because I have no fear of what man can do to me (Matthew 10:28). I have eternal life through Jesus Christ.”

            He emitted a sarcastic snort. “Maybe you and you fanatical supporters should start having some fear.”

            I had noticed his face getting a hot pink. I assumed it was because he was agitated with me. Then he suddenly appeared to have a bad case of acne. He started grunting and scratching his face. Other observers in the court were doing the same, including the judge. A foul smell filled the court room as the rashes became loathsome sores (Revelation 16:2).

            I glanced at my companions, Brock Storm and Louis Lewis. They looked as baffled as I felt. We were the only three in the courtroom without sores. Cries and shrieks echoed from the tall dome like ceiling. Then we started to hear a few of them blame us Sabbath keepers for the plague.

            My eyes locked with Brock’s, and he gave a wave of his head, communicating ‘let’s get out of here.’ I made my way to my compadres, and the three of us headed for an exit. Everyone was so discombobulated by the pain of their sores and so freaked out at seeing them on everyone else, we slipped out unnoticed.

            Former Lieutenant Louis Lewis drove a former squad car. It was a dark blue Ford Crown Vic. Lou gunned the engine as we left the city post haste. Brock rode shotgun and I leaned in between the seats from the back. Then with a racing heart, I said, “That was the first of the seven last plagues. Do you know what this means, fellas?”

            Lou glanced at me with uncertainty. He was still new to the study of eschatology. Brock glanced at me with certainty. “We are getting closer than ever to the second coming of Christ.”

            “That’s right,” I replied. “Now we need to get back to the group and pray earnestly for direction with our next move.”

BLACK SABBATH

CHAPTER 2

ZELLA LaSTELLA-SALLIE

HERE IS THE PATIENCE OF THE SAINTS; HERE ARE THOSE WHO KEEP THE COMMANDMENTS OF GOD AND THE FAITH OF JESUS (Revelation 14:12)

            I laid in bed thinking about Inga for a long time before I fell asleep. By all appearances she was world hardened and tough. Yet as she climbed into the bed I had prepared for her, her demeanor became meek and childlike. Her large, lovely eyes that gazed up at me were arctic blue, like the sky at the North Pole on a sunny day. That color only made the brown circles underneath them stand out all the more.

            In my mind I kept hearing her tell me the bed was the most comfortable thing after four years in her sleeping roll. I was delighted to be bringing her such joy, yet my heart also ached for what her life must have been like. I prayed earnestly for wisdom in dealing with the broken young woman on the other side of the bedroom wall.

            Another element that brought mixed emotions was food. I smiled at the remembrance of her shoveling in the lasagna last evening and stuffing bite after bite of garlic bread into her mouth. It was as if it were the last decent meal she would ever have. And in her mind it very well could have been.

            She slept for more than eleven hours, and I wasn’t surprised. I had been listening to my husband’s daily podcast when just before ten in the morning I heard a low strum coming from my son’s guitar. I walked to the bedroom door and heard Inga quietly singing ‘Amazing Grace.’ My jaw dropped. She had the voice of an angel! I couldn’t help knocking on her door.

            It went completely quiet, and I couldn’t help giggling. Seven loved watching ‘Andy Griffith Show’ reruns and this moment reminded me of the first episode featuring the hillbilly family ‘The Darlings.’ The family played old time country music. When the father checked into the local hotel, he registered as the only occupant. But then the clerk heard the sound of several instruments. When he and Sherrif Taylor knocked on the door, the music stopped except for the hoots coming from Briscoe Darling’s jug.

            That scene is what made me giggle. When there was a prolonged silence, I imagined a jug beginning to hoot. I knocked again and then I could hear Inga pad to the door. She opened it about six inches, and those arctic blue eyes peered out at me. She meekly said, “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

            “No, no, Sweety,” I smiled. “I just heard you playing guitar and singing, and came to say good morning.”

            “Oh, good morning,” she replied cheerfully.

            “You sing beautifully.”

            She shrugged modestly but then added truthfully. “Yeah, thankfully my voice has filled my cup with change many, many times.”

            I knew she referred to singing on the streets with a tip jar. I also recalled her reason for shop lifting; she hadn’t eaten in two days.

            “Are you hungry, do you want some breakfast?”

            “I’m starving,” she declared happily. “I’d love some.”

            I couldn’t help laughing as I recalled how much she ate last night. “How did you sleep?”

            “Wonderful! Thank you for letting me stay here last night.”

            I read between the lines. “You know, like we said told you yesterday, you’re welcome here until you get on your feet.”

            Given what she had told us yesterday, I made sure not to say back on your feet. She looked at me with a baffled expression. “I don’t even know how to go about that.”

            “We’ll help you figure it out.”

            Her countenance became anxious, and this triggered anxiety in me. I bit my lip and offered up a silent prayer. Then cautiously I tried, “Honey, can I ask how you ended up homeless?”

            She looked away from me as if ashamed. “It’s complicated, and a long story.”

            “That’s okay. I’ve got time.”

            “No, it’s not okay,” she spit, turning her eyes back to me with fire in them. Then as fast as the blaze in her gaze came up, it faded away and her countenance softened. “I’m sorry, it’s just… Let’s just say I grew up under bizarre circumstances. I don’t think I can fit into the real world.”

            “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

            She looked at me curiously. “You mean how you and Seven don’t really fit into the real world either?”

            I tilted my head with a curious expression. “What do you mean?”

            “I mean touting Saturday as the sabbath when most of the Christian world is all gung ho over those Sunday laws. Seven was even arrested over the issue. Plus you invited a homeless girl into your home while a large portion of the religious world just don’t want us uglifying their streets. I fear for you guys.”

            “You fear for us?” Said the homeless girl? I frowned.

            “Yeah, I mean, when God became a human being, the powers that be put him to death for rebelling against the religious, political agenda. Now with Sunday laws, we have religion mixing with politics. I see Christ’s Sermon on the Mount as not just a way to live and think, but also a political statement. You know, like, these are the rules in God’s kingdom vs. the rules of earthly kingdoms. Jesus’s own followers wanted Him to be an earthly king, but He said, My kingdom is not of this world.”

            My mouth was agape as I stared at Inga. This young woman was bright! Why did she feel she couldn’t get a job and a more substantial place to live than a tent? She giggled at my astonished expression. “I may be homeless, but I’m not necessarily an idiot.”

            “No, I should say not.”

            “On the other hand, I don’t understand why it’s that big of a deal for you guys. I mean, isn’t shutting down one day of the week good for the environment? And also ensuring workers time with their families?”

            “That’s all well and good, but where the problems come in is with its progression. I assume you didn’t listen to the podcast that got Seven in trouble?”

            “No, I didn’t.”

            “He didn’t necessarily get in trouble for teaching the Biblical Sabbath. He got in trouble for pushing back on the talk of mandatory worship on Sunday. When he called it the mark of the beast, the powers that be called it hate speech.”

            “I thought the mark of the beast was a computer chip in your hand and even your forehead.”

            “A computer chip might play a role when it comes to the aspect of buying and selling. But the main characteristic of the mark of the beast has to do with worship. The mark in your hand represents what you do, and the forehead is in what you think. The test is over the ten commandments. A key verse is in Revelation 14:12. And the key commandment that is being disputed is the fourth, right in the middle of the Decalogue.”

            “What’s the Decalogue?”

            “It’s another word for the Ten Commandments.”

            “Weird. So you’re saying this whole issue with Sunday ordinances is the mark of the beast?”

            “Not just yet. That’s why Seven has been issuing warnings on his podcast. The business closures, limited travel, and suggestions of going to worship services was just the start. But now there are more and more calls by political and religious leaders to make Sunday worship mandatory. Capitulating to this is the mark of the beast in the fullest sense.”

            “What do you mean by ‘capitulating?’”

            “You know, giving in, surrendering to the demands. There are already several states on the verge of making, so called, worship of your choice mandatory, for the good of society, they say.”

            “Did this all start back when several states started putting the Ten Commandments back in schools?”

            “Good question! That did play a subtle roll in my opinion.”

            “I still don’t get it. The majority of Christians view Sunday as the Sabbath. How could so many be wrong?”

            “Biblically speaking, when has the majority ever been right? Were they right in Noah’s day? Were they right when Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-Nego refused to fall down and worship Nebuchadnezzar’s golden image? Were they right at Christ’s first advent, when there was no room at the in, and Jesus was born in a stable? Were they right when He was crucified?”

            “I see,” she said thoughtfully as she pondered these things.

            “Sunday posing as the sabbath really took off in the fourth century when Constantine made Christianity a legal religion. This church and state combination brought a lot of paganism into the church. Hence, the ‘Venerable Day of the Sun’ became prominent as the Christian sabbath. Just google venerable day of the sun or look up Sabbath truth. com.”

            I heard Inga’s stomach growl and recalled her say she was starving. She blushed because it was rather noticeable. “Oh, Honey, I’m sorry. Let’s get you some breakfast.”

            “No worries,” she said with a meek smile. “I’m used to being hungry.”

            As we made our way to the kitchen, I felt a lump in my throat, once again, at how her life must have been. As I made pancakes, I tried to extract some details about her life, but she did a masterful job of side stepping the questions with vague answers.

            When I put a tall pile of flapjacks onto the table, Seven emerged from the basement. He had a studio down there where he broadcasted his daily podcast. He declared, “Something smells good. Oh wow, pancakes for lunch?” “

            “It’s called brunch if it’s before eleven,” I said before giving him a quick kiss.

            “Suit yourself. But if it’s before eleven, but you get up before five, I call it lunch. So did you listen to my podcast?”

            “I started to,” I told him. “But then Inga and I got to talking.”

            He winced. “I think I might have pushed things with the thought police.”

            A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. As Seven aimed a fork full of pancake toward his mouth, he said, “I’ll get it.”

            I chuckled. “I’ll get it.”

            My heart skipped a beat, and my smile fell when I saw the two people standing on our stoop. One was Lieutenant Louis Lewis, and the other was Seven’s cousin Brock’s ex-girlfriend, FBI agent Nora Medora. Her face was blank, but her dark eyes cold. Triple Lou wore a stern expression as he said, “May we speak with Seven Sallie, please?”

BLACK SABBATH

PROLOUGE

LIEUTENANT LOUIS LEWIS

SOME TIME IN THE FUTURE

BLESSED IS HE WHO READS AND THOSE WHO HEAR THE WORDS OF THIS PROPHECY, AND KEEP THOSE THINGS WHICH ARE WRITTEN IN IT; FOR THE TIME IS NEAR (Revelation 1:3)

            I hated Seven Sallie when I arrested him his first time. Hauling him in was right up there with the most enjoyable moment I had ever had cuffing and stuffing someone. The temptation for brutality was strong. Yet during almost twenty years on the police force, the closest I had ever come to excessive force was simply a head shove into the backseat of a patrol car.

            Why did I hate him? We had opposing religious views; it was as simple as that. Oh yeah, I also thought he was arrogant. He also broke the law, and I was a law enforcer. Why was he arrested? The official charge was inciting people to violate the Sunday ordinance via his podcast. The reality? He was encouraging people to obey God rather than men. I just didn’t see it at the time.

            I felt like my dislike for Seven and people like him was righteous indignation. It turned out that it was unrighteous hostility. The second time he was arrested, I refused to take part and was put on administrative leave. The third time he was arrested, I was arrested alongside him, losing my job in the process. The Sunday ordinance had become a law. Worship on Sunday was now mandatory. There were those pushing for the death penalty.

            Sentenced to death for keeping the Biblical Sabbath instead of Sunday? You might be asking this question and find the concept outrageous. I was a skeptic myself until I witnessed the whole thing transpire. The once despised Seven Sallie became something like a Bible hero for me. But rather than one of the characters or writers from sacred scripture, he was a teacher, an expounder of Bible truths that were hidden in plain sight.

            So how did he become one of my favorite people on the planet? It sure didn’t happen overnight. But the first changing of direction came when I discovered, after arresting him, that his wife was my estranged cousin. In fact, it was because of her that I ended up with my first name being Louis, while my last name is Lewis. But it wasn’t her fault.

            She is three months older than me, and my mother thought it was cute when her parents, whose last name was LaStella, named their baby girl Zella. Uereka! Why don’t we name our baby boy Louis? They did this not realizing how many times I would have to hear my name sung throughout my life. You probably guessed the song, ‘Louie, Louie.’

            As a teenager, my cousin Zella LaStella became the black sheep of our rather conservative, pious family. She hooked up with a cocaine snorting, pot smoking, wanta be rapper. They went to the west coast. He planned on being a rock star, and she planned on being a super model.

            Zella was and still is beautiful. With her flawless ebony complexion, high cheek bones, and sultry dark eyes, she had the qualifications for gracing the cover of fashion magazines. Instead she ended up naked on the pages of men’s magazines and the screens of websites.

            Her wanta be rapper boyfriend ended up a bust, and an abuser. After snorting and smoking away all his money, he wanted to pimp her out. Fortunately she was able to escape his clutches with the help of her friend Willa Waconia, a fellow erotic model. The pair of pals fled back to the Midwest and bought a house together.

            But Zella still didn’t get into good graces with the family just yet. Although she opened a health store in the large Victorian house, it was a well-known secret on the police force that the store also worked as a front for Willa to operate a form of prostitution in the basement. Ironic since Zella had escaped from a man who had tried to make her a lady of the evening.

            But Willa was careful and smart, and we were never able to get enough on her to make a raid. She catered to men of means who were into being put into submission. That’s all I will say, as we are trying to be family friendly.

            But Willa met a fine young man named Billy Bob Booker. He was on his way to Godly living and brought her along with. Also ironic, they met through her occupation as a hooker. But just to be clear, he wanted her to accompany him to a wedding, nothing sexual involved other than her being his arm candy.

            Long story short, she closed up shop and became a Christian convert. She and Billy eventually became a couple. Through this association, my cousin Zella met Seven Sallie. Although I was delighted to find out she had turned her life around, I was disappointed it was through, what I thought back then, was fanatical religious extremists.

            I didn’t understand what Zella saw in Seven, other than he looked like he could be brother to George Clooney. But what some saw as charming, I found to be smarmy. His declaration as truth, I believed to be error. When he was arrested, some found him to be stoic. Whereas I thought him to be grandstanding.

            The day after I took part in his arrest, I paid a visit to my cousin Zella. After a half hearted apology for arresting her husband, she reluctantly forgave me. After declaring I was just doing my job, she replied that many Nazi’s felt that way also. It irritated me to be sure. But in hindsight, point well taken.

            Then she did something that was the beginning of my turn around. She presented me with a Bible and asked me to show her where they were in error. Although I attended church weekly, I rarely cracked the Bible. I snorted. “Do I look like a preacher?”

            She smirked. “Do I?”

            Then she pulled a piece of paper from her Bible and rattled off a dozen scriptures dealing with the Sabbath. The one that really hit home the most was the last one she read from Isaiah 66:23. It infers that the Sabbath will be kept in heaven.

            “So why?” she asked patiently. “Would we keep Sunday, as you say, in honor of the resurrection? Then once in heaven go back to the Sabbath God instituted at Creation? I believe we get baptized in honor of the resurrection.”

            I didn’t have an answer and felt like a dog with its tail between his legs. But I was incensed. I went home and dusted off my Bible and concordance. I set out to prove her wrong. Instead I began to find way more proof that she was right.

            Over the next several months, I began to search the scriptures daily, like the noble Bereans (Acts 17:11). Usually I studied for a half hour to forty-five minutes. Sometimes more than an hour. I also began to pray with more frequency.

            I finally got to the point where I conceded that Zella, Seven Sallie and his cohorts were right. I finally admitted to myself that I had been believing for doctrines, the commandments of men (Matthew 15:9).

            God woke me up just in time! The world turned to utter chaos shortly thereafter. There was war all around the world. There were false revivals, false prophets, Satan himself appeared as an angel of light. (See 2 Corinthians 11:13-15)

            But there was also the latter rain, a pouring out of the Holy Spirit on the people who followed Jesus. This was followed, as it were, by a loud cry. Many heard the message of truth! Thousands were converted in a day!

            This was followed by a little time of trouble. The faithful were threatened with death. Then this little time of trouble escalated to the great time of trouble. There was tribulation like the world had never seen (Matthew 24:21)

            There was a death decree. Many of God’s people, Seven Sallie and myself included, were put on death row. God helped us escape! The seven last plagues fell. But those of us that kept the commandments of God and had the faith of Jesus (Revelation 14:12) were protected from them.

            On a night appointed for slaughter, deliverance came at midnight!

HEAVY METAL MIRACLES

PART 2

CHAPTER 20

ARLO ALDO

THE LORD YOUR GOD IN YOUR MIDST, THE MIGHTY ONE, WILL SAVE; HE WILL REJOICE OVER YOU WITH GLADNESS, HE WILL QUIET YOU WITH HIS LOVE, HE WILL REJOICE OVER YOU WITH SINGING. (Zephaniah 3:17)

            When Nancy and Drew arrived back in Iowa, it was on the back of my son’s mind to read Izzy’s suicide note. What he wasn’t expecting to read was a goodbye note from the woman he was supposed to marry. My normally even keel son was angry, and I felt his rebuke keenly when he slapped down her note on my kitchen table.

            “My Dearest Andrew,” Nancy’s note began. “I’ve never loved anyone more deeply in my life than you. Yet I never felt worthy of you. Recently you convinced me that I am in fact worthy, not only of your love, but of God’s. Thank you for introducing me to my Lord and Savior. However, I cannot join your family without your father’s blessing. Even if he were to recant, he made his true feelings known. When you read this I will be on my way back to California to stay with my mother for a while and hopefully, prayerfully get some direction for my life.  I’m sorry for this act of cowardice in giving you a Dear John letter instead of telling you in person. But to be perfectly honest, it would have been too painful. I know you will do great things in life. Please forgive me for breaking your heart but believe me when I say mine is even more shattered. With all my love, Nancy.”

            The paper rattled in my trembling fingers and my own heart broke when I saw the pain in my son’s countenance. I said, “I truly did recant.”

            “Too late, she’s gone,” he replied icily.

            “Not quite,” my wife said as she briskly walked into the kitchen.

            A couple of minutes earlier as I made my way to the breakfast table, she had ignored my greeting of  ‘good morning’ as she glared at me. I had hoped her coldness was due to her not being a morning person and her silence because of the phone to her ear.

            As she grabbed her purse she said, “I was just informed by Destiny Knight-Storm that Nancy spent the night with Sevenia Sallie. I’m gonna convince her that my blessing cancels out your idiocy.”

            “I’m coming with,” Drew declared passionately.

            “No,” I barked as I stood.  “You’re right. I was a complete idiot…”

            “Ya think!” my wife interjected fiercely.

            “No, apparently I don’t think very well. That’s how I created this mess.”

            “I’m coming with,” Drew repeated.

            “I am too,” my wife insisted. Then she added, “In case I have to pull your great big foot out of your mouth.”

            We were greeted at the door by Seven Sallie, Sevenia’s father. His eyebrows rose at the sight of our eager trio looking for admittance to his home. I told him the reason why we were standing on his doorstep.

            “My daughter took Nancy to the airport about a half hour ago,” he informed us.

            I had only met Seven a couple times before our encounter on his stoop. He, his wife Zella, and Sevenia went to a sister church of ours on the other side of the Cedar Rapids metropolitan area. He was a podcaster, well known as a religious liberty activist.

            After we apologized and turned to walk away, my wife with clenched jaw did one of those sideways kicks and the side of her foot smacked me on the seat of my pants. As I clutched my behind, my son normally would have laughed at something like this. But instead his gaze was somber as he stared at the sidewalk in front of him.

            I heard the bling of a phone, and after a few seconds, Seven calling after us. “I just got a text from Sevenia. Nancy missed her flight, and they are on their way back here.”

            When the two young ladies returned, Nancy looked surprised at the little group waiting to meet her. Remembering what had transpired between my wife and herself not all that long ago; I repeated the method my wife used in seeking her forgiveness.

            I knelt in front of Nancy, took one of her hands in both of mine. “Nancy, please forgive me. I know in the note you said that even if I recanted that I had made my true feelings known. But that is not the case. True, I was shocked to find out Izzy was your father. And in that shock I responded like a superstitious fool. But in the aftermath I was rebuked by the Holy Spirit. And it is the Spirit that matters, not the flesh. I fully believe God orchestrated your relationship with my son. If you refuse to marry him, I will have to live with the biggest mistake of my life.”

            “Even bigger than joining ‘The Sons of Molech’?” she asked with a little smile. That little grin told me everything I needed to know.

            I grinned back. “I’m gonna have to say yes. I was a foolish kid who didn’t know any better back then. But when Drew and I talked on the phone the other day, I should have known better. So what do you say? Do you forgive me?”

            Nancy knelt in front of me, hugged me, kissed my cheek and said, “Yes.”

THE END

WRITER’S NOTE

            A bit of a strange coincidence has occurred that I’ll get to in a bit. After doing 20 chapters of Heavy Metal Miracles Part 1. It was a goal of mine to do 20 chapters of part 2. Then my plan was to begin a new story, coming full circle from the start of this blog, by using its namesake, Seven Sallie, once again.

            So a couple months ago when I was thinking and praying about what direction to go next, I felt compelled to write about a scenario based on the last piece of the Biblical prophetic puzzle to be fulfilled. In particular, the mark of the beast. Many think that the mark of the beast is a literal chip in your hand and forehead. Who knows, maybe that will be a small factor. But the main characteristic of the mark of the beast is your behavior. What you think (forehead) and what you do (Hand).

            This last piece of the prophetic puzzle actually has to do with the law of God, the Ten Commandments. In particular the fourth commandment, right in the middle, the Sabbath. Which, contrary to popular belief, is the seventh day of the week, not the first. The seventh day is Biblical, the first day, or Sunday was created by man. Most prominently by Emperor Constantine in the fourth century AD.

            What role will the Sabbath play in the last days you might ask? At some point, possibly in the near future, there will be a push for Sunday laws. There have already been summits between political, religious, and environmental leaders about implementing “green Sundays.” A day of the week for the planet to rest. There has also been a push for the Ten Commandments in the classroom. Not necessarily a bad thing, but it is, however, a subtle joining of church and state.

            At first it will likely be business closures that will ultimately evolve into mandatory worship. The question is what exactly will transpire to bring this about? Will it be war? Even a possible WW III? Will it be economic? Something of a supernatural or miraculous nature? And also how long between simple closures and mandatory worship? All this only God knows, so ultimately we are in good hands.

            If you have followed my blog for any length of time, you have already read about some of these prophetic occurrences that have taken place in history. Prophecy has mostly been fulfilled. It is not something off in the future with a secret rapture to take place first. If you want to learn about who the anti-Christ is and what the mark of the beast is, I suggest looking up one of my favorite presentations. David Asscherick’s ‘Five Good Reasons’ series on YouTube. Or probably the most popular preacher who holds the correct Biblical interpretation is Doug Batchelor, President of ‘Amazing Facts’ ministry. He too is easily found on YouTube.

            It has been my desire to write a futuristic tale of what I imagine could possibly happen. That said, I’ve never done a futuristic story before in all of my writing endeavors. Also, because the Bible teaches we don’t know the day or the hour of Christ’s second coming (Matthew 24:26), I am in no way at all predicting His second coming, or when exactly all of this will go down.

            But I will say this. I believe a secret rapture is Biblically false. I’m actually baffled by popular religious leaders, some of them with the title of doctor, claiming such theology. The rapture theory is not even two hundred years old, and you will not find the word rapture anywhere in the Bible.

            Yet most who boldly preach such a false teaching belittle the Sabbath which was established at Creation. (See Genesis 2:2:3) Then WRITTEN IN STONE in the Ten Commandments. (See Exodus 20:8-11 and Deuteronomy 5:12-15). The Sabbath is the sign and seal of God that recognizes Him as not only as our Creator but also our Redeemer. By the way, the sign and seal of God is the opposite of the mark of the beast.

            We are saved by grace modern religious leaders say. One hundred percent true! Therefore we don’t need to keep the law, they say. One hundred percent false! (See Romans 6:15 for one example) So which one is okay to break, Doctor’s of Theology? Is it okay to worship idols? Is it okay to steal? Is it okay to lie? Is it okay to cheat on your wife? No, of course not! The one problem most religionists have with the ten is the fourth. The Sabbath. The one that acknowledges Him as our Creator and Redeemer.

            The dark ages are over, and we can all read the Bible for ourselves. The small percentage of us that actually study it every day, with prayerful guidance from the Holy Spirit can see that the law of God is perfect, converting the soul! (See Psalm 19:7).

            So, to sum this up and explain the coincidence I mentioned. The following idea for the next story I have been thinking about and even discussed with several close friends months ago, was and is going to be called ‘Black Sabbath’. God as my witness, I had this planned before the passing of Ozzy Osbourne last week. May God be with his family as they grieve their loss!

            One more thing. I have a day job, so if you have any theological questions, please contact the ministries I have previously mentioned. Plus a couple more suggestions. ‘It Is Written’ with John Bradshaw and Shawn Boonstra, Amazing Discoveries, or 3ABN.

            Thank you for your interest!