After a full day of debating why all this happened no final conclusion was met. Ben and others were allowed to search more into the bible to find out more, one of the members with Ben found a couple of web sites that talked about the rapture. Rapture Ready.com was very helpful in setting a timeline and what was to come and a large print of the rapture timeline was printed so they could follow it to see if any more events fell in line. Some of the men found a web site called aretheyreadyforthis. It was a site that writers wrote fiction stories about people dealing with life after the rapture. Ben was happy to read that they felt that it was not to late to find the Lord Jesus and he used this as a sign to talk to others about Jesus and turning to him.
The chill in the air told the Bright Star battle group that soon, the winter weather and seas would be upon them and that they would have to seek warmer waters. Being men and vessels without a country and with spies all around they needed to make a plan quickly.
Ken St John looked over the group of captains as they came together once again. He would give them a choice. He would give each man on each ship a choice. Stay and fight with this battle group and probable die or request to be taken to the nearest port so they may fend for themselves or join the enemy.
“Gentlemen, we are fast approaching the time we must decide our course of action and what our goal is. We have just over one hundred and sixty ships of different types and sizes. Our enemy, the worlds enemy has close to one thousands ships, all the satellites and communication network along with informants all over the globe. Men we have no home, our families are without us and we don’t know what side they are on. Each one of us at the beginning of this had no idea what was happening, we or I felt that after time we could work all this out but I was wrong. We got word that the enemy is preparing to come seek us out to destroy us.” Ken looked at the men standing in front of him, he wanted to ensure they knew what the stake were.
“Why each one of you is standing here, I can’t say. I stand here because I feel each country should have a say in what happens to their country, to their land and to their people. Yes we have had wars and we have fought one other but we also looked at each other as warriors of their own country. I am willing to fight to my death upholding this belief.”
The men clapped and cheered
“Since we have no home I would say before next year each one of us will be laying at the bottom of Davy Jones Locker but at least we fought, we stood tall and we died for our own country.”
Again the men exploded into cheers
“As you know we are working on a plan, this plan will not be to gain ground or a home but to show the world that we believe in freedom and we will fight for it. At this time I want each one of you to return back to your command and muster up all the crews. Each crew member is to be talked to, from the lowest sailor to you’re second in command. They are to hear these words and make a final decision. Do they stay and fight or do they go? If they stay they must understand they will die but at least they are dying for a true cause.”
After another round of cheers the men departed for their own ships. In 24 hours they would meet again and finalize the plan based on who was staying and who left.
The men of the Samuel of Ramah were getting antsy and wanted back on a sub. The HMS Wales and the HMS Holly Locke, both British subs was short handed so Joe was looking into moving all his men to these subs.
“So where are you going Sir, what great ship are you looking to be aboard when the battle starts?” Joe asked Jack while waiting on a small boat to take them back to the Ross.
“Oh I don’t know, I’m thinking maybe a carrier or something” Jack smiled while looked around the USS Reagan.
“While you are always welcome to continue your career with the men of the Samuel sir.”
“Thank you and I am honored but I need fresh air to smoke my cigars” Both men laughed
“Joe, you would have made a damn good Captain if things were different, Daniel had a good crew and you stepped into his role without missing a beat. I would dive with the men of the Samuel of Ramah any day.”
“Good, cause I have a plan that might need that to happen” Ken St. John said standing behind the two.
“Sir”
“Jack, I want you to stay here so we can talk, follow me up to my stateroom and bring them god foal smelling cigars with you.”
“Sorry Joe but I have been summons” Jack said slapping Joe on the back
“Joe, talk to your men, afterwards you can tell them that you and your crew will be transferring over to the Wales. Their crew will team up with the Locke, you will have one week to figure out the systems. Use that time wisely.”
“Yes sir, thank you sir” Joe answered with a salute
“Don’t thank me, thank Jack here, he recommended the idea”
Joe smiled at Jack “Smoke them if you got them”
Ken and Jack head up the ladder while Joe waited for his ride. “Lord, I don’t know what plans you have for me or the rest of us but please Lord, use each man here for your glory.”
The chill in the air told the Bright Star battle group that soon, the winter weather and seas would be upon them and that they would have to seek warmer waters. Being men and vessels without a country and with spies all around they needed to make a plan quickly.
Ken St John looked over the group of captains as they came together once again. He would give them a choice. He would give each man on each ship a choice. Stay and fight with this battle group and probable die or request to be taken to the nearest port so they may fend for themselves or join the enemy.
“Gentlemen, we are fast approaching the time we must decide our course of action and what our goal is. We have just over one hundred and sixty ships of different types and sizes. Our enemy, the worlds enemy has close to one thousands ships, all the satellites and communication network along with informants all over the globe. Men we have no home, our families are without us and we don’t know what side they are on. Each one of us at the beginning of this had no idea what was happening, we or I felt that after time we could work all this out but I was wrong. We got word that the enemy is preparing to come seek us out to destroy us.” Ken looked at the men standing in front of him, he wanted to ensure they knew what the stake were.
“Why each one of you is standing here, I can’t say. I stand here because I feel each country should have a say in what happens to their country, to their land and to their people. Yes we have had wars and we have fought one other but we also looked at each other as warriors of their own country. I am willing to fight to my death upholding this belief.”
The men clapped and cheered
“Since we have no home I would say before next year each one of us will be laying at the bottom of Davy Jones Locker but at least we fought, we stood tall and we died for our own country.”
Again the men exploded into cheers
“As you know we are working on a plan, this plan will not be to gain ground or a home but to show the world that we believe in freedom and we will fight for it. At this time I want each one of you to return back to your command and muster up all the crews. Each crew member is to be talked to, from the lowest sailor to you’re second in command. They are to hear these words and make a final decision. Do they stay and fight or do they go? If they stay they must understand they will die but at least they are dying for a true cause.”
After another round of cheers the men departed for their own ships. In 24 hours they would meet again and finalize the plan based on who was staying and who left.
The men of the Samuel of Ramah were getting antsy and wanted back on a sub. The HMS Wales and the HMS Holly Locke, both British subs was short handed so Joe was looking into moving all his men to these subs.
“So where are you going Sir, what great ship are you looking to be aboard when the battle starts?” Joe asked Jack while waiting on a small boat to take them back to the Ross.
“Oh I don’t know, I’m thinking maybe a carrier or something” Jack smiled while looked around the USS Reagan.
“While you are always welcome to continue your career with the men of the Samuel sir.”
“Thank you and I am honored but I need fresh air to smoke my cigars” Both men laughed
“Joe, you would have made a damn good Captain if things were different, Daniel had a good crew and you stepped into his role without missing a beat. I would dive with the men of the Samuel of Ramah any day.”
“Good, cause I have a plan that might need that to happen” Ken St. John said standing behind the two.
“Sir”
“Jack, I want you to stay here so we can talk, follow me up to my stateroom and bring them god foal smelling cigars with you.”
“Sorry Joe but I have been summons” Jack said slapping Joe on the back
“Joe, talk to your men, afterwards you can tell them that you and your crew will be transferring over to the Wales. Their crew will team up with the Locke, you will have one week to figure out the systems. Use that time wisely.”
“Yes sir, thank you sir” Joe answered with a salute
“Don’t thank me, thank Jack here, he recommended the idea”
Joe smiled at Jack “Smoke them if you got them”
Ken and Jack head up the ladder while Joe waited for his ride. “Lord, I don’t know what plans you have for me or the rest of us but please Lord, use each man here for your glory.”
- Alex
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Boise City, Oklahoma
Frank watched as the last transport drove away. He turned and looked at the fifteen people he and Tansy had chosen to stay at the Education Center.
"Ok people. We have alot of work to do, so lets get to it."
Most of the men turned and began walking toward the security fence, but one lagged behind.
"Sir?"
"Yes?" Frank raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I was wondering, why didn't they send us all? I mean rebuilding Babylon is priority right? So I was wondering if there was a reason they left some of us here."
"Corporal Smith, is that right?"
The young Corporal nodded.
"The rebuilding of Babylon is priority, but this Center needs to be completed as well." Frank answered.
"If I could ask another question sir, who decided who stayed and who went?"
"I did."
"Oh. Ok." Corporal Smith stood there for a moment. He took a breath and opened his mouth, but then quickly closed it.
"Is there something else Corporal?" Frank asked.
The Corporal looked at Frank and then shook his head. "No sir. I'd better get to work." He turned and quickly walked toward the other men.
Frank watched as the Corporal joined the other men. He saw them all gather into a huddle. "Oh, to be a fly on the wall." Frank muttered softly under his breath as he headed for his office. As he entered the main building he looked over his shoulder and saw two of the men staring after him.
Frank walked into his office and sat at his desk. He quickly fired off an e-mail to Jerome that the last of the men were in transport to the airport in Amarillo and they would be arriving in Iraq in two days. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "Lord, please let me have chosed the right me to stay here. Let this Center be used to protect your children. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to serve you in this small way. Please be with my brothers and sisters in Christ whereever they are. I ask this in Jesus name, Amen. Oh, and one more thing, if these men here are believers let me know somehow."
Frank watched as the last transport drove away. He turned and looked at the fifteen people he and Tansy had chosen to stay at the Education Center.
"Ok people. We have alot of work to do, so lets get to it."
Most of the men turned and began walking toward the security fence, but one lagged behind.
"Sir?"
"Yes?" Frank raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I was wondering, why didn't they send us all? I mean rebuilding Babylon is priority right? So I was wondering if there was a reason they left some of us here."
"Corporal Smith, is that right?"
The young Corporal nodded.
"The rebuilding of Babylon is priority, but this Center needs to be completed as well." Frank answered.
"If I could ask another question sir, who decided who stayed and who went?"
"I did."
"Oh. Ok." Corporal Smith stood there for a moment. He took a breath and opened his mouth, but then quickly closed it.
"Is there something else Corporal?" Frank asked.
The Corporal looked at Frank and then shook his head. "No sir. I'd better get to work." He turned and quickly walked toward the other men.
Frank watched as the Corporal joined the other men. He saw them all gather into a huddle. "Oh, to be a fly on the wall." Frank muttered softly under his breath as he headed for his office. As he entered the main building he looked over his shoulder and saw two of the men staring after him.
Frank walked into his office and sat at his desk. He quickly fired off an e-mail to Jerome that the last of the men were in transport to the airport in Amarillo and they would be arriving in Iraq in two days. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "Lord, please let me have chosed the right me to stay here. Let this Center be used to protect your children. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to serve you in this small way. Please be with my brothers and sisters in Christ whereever they are. I ask this in Jesus name, Amen. Oh, and one more thing, if these men here are believers let me know somehow."
- Zags
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On the Ranch
"You want to give us your money?" Shade asked incredulosly.
"Yes." Renee and Ryan smiled.
"But...." Shade was dumbfounded. Willard Poindexter had been worth millions, and his grandchildren were his heirs. Now they sat in front of him with huge smiles on their faces as they gave it to him.
"Look, we know that soon money will be worthless. In the meantime we figured we could, with your help, use it for the Kingdom of God." Ryan stated.
"Yeah. Like we could talk to other Christians, see what they need and use the money for that. Food, blankets, places to stay, weapons if necessary. The list could go on for miles. We could even give it away to other Christians. Like MD and Amy. They could probably use money to buy supplies for their machine shop, and Belle she could use the money to buy food and stuff for her mission trips." Renee added.
Both kids sat their faces shining. "Please Shade, help us use this money for God's glory. It's what Grandpa would have wanted. Before he died he talked about having all this money for so many years, he regreted not accepting Christ sooner. He thought about all the missionaries he could have given money to, churches, Christain radio, so many things he could have done for God." Ryan said.
Becca sat holding Ryan's hand and nodded emphatically at each one of his points. "It's what Mr. Poindexter wanted." She said when Ryan finished.
Shade looked at Maddie. "We would need to be careful. If we start spending huge amounts of money we could draw the GF's attention." Maddie said with a frown.
Ryan grinned. "That's why we wanted to give the money to you. I never would have thought about getting the GF's attention by spending it."
Renee nodded.
"Renee, I need you to get online and start sending e-mails to all our Christian friends, see if they need anything. Money, food, clothes, blankets, anything at all." Shade said his brow furrowed as he started formulating a plan on how to purchase what people needed and how to get it to them. "We could use the railroad..." he mumbled, "semi's and cars of course. Maybe buses..."
"You want to give us your money?" Shade asked incredulosly.
"Yes." Renee and Ryan smiled.
"But...." Shade was dumbfounded. Willard Poindexter had been worth millions, and his grandchildren were his heirs. Now they sat in front of him with huge smiles on their faces as they gave it to him.
"Look, we know that soon money will be worthless. In the meantime we figured we could, with your help, use it for the Kingdom of God." Ryan stated.
"Yeah. Like we could talk to other Christians, see what they need and use the money for that. Food, blankets, places to stay, weapons if necessary. The list could go on for miles. We could even give it away to other Christians. Like MD and Amy. They could probably use money to buy supplies for their machine shop, and Belle she could use the money to buy food and stuff for her mission trips." Renee added.
Both kids sat their faces shining. "Please Shade, help us use this money for God's glory. It's what Grandpa would have wanted. Before he died he talked about having all this money for so many years, he regreted not accepting Christ sooner. He thought about all the missionaries he could have given money to, churches, Christain radio, so many things he could have done for God." Ryan said.
Becca sat holding Ryan's hand and nodded emphatically at each one of his points. "It's what Mr. Poindexter wanted." She said when Ryan finished.
Shade looked at Maddie. "We would need to be careful. If we start spending huge amounts of money we could draw the GF's attention." Maddie said with a frown.
Ryan grinned. "That's why we wanted to give the money to you. I never would have thought about getting the GF's attention by spending it."
Renee nodded.
"Renee, I need you to get online and start sending e-mails to all our Christian friends, see if they need anything. Money, food, clothes, blankets, anything at all." Shade said his brow furrowed as he started formulating a plan on how to purchase what people needed and how to get it to them. "We could use the railroad..." he mumbled, "semi's and cars of course. Maybe buses..."
- Zags
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He was so close to victory. All of mankind was contaminated with the seed of his fellow fallen angels. There was violence, perversion, and hatred everywhere. It was delicious.
Lucifer laughed aloud and rubbed his hands together. Since the day he had abducted mankind, he and his fellow fallen angels had goaded, and cajoled man to the point that Jehovah would have no choice but to either bow to him or destroy his prescious creation. Even Jehovah's plan to 'save' mankind by way of the Christ had been all but been thwarted.
The best part was that man reveled in sin. They loved it. They blamed God when things went wrong. They shook their fists in defiance, and cursed Him. Oh how they hated Him.
Lucifer let out another laugh. They never once thought of him. That he might be the cause of all the sickness, death, poverty and pervsion that permeated the earth. No, they all looked to Jehovah and cursed Him.
All but Noah. Lucifer growled as he turned his attention to Noah. His angels had been unable to contaminate his line. Noah had been obediant to Jehovah and his bloodline remained pure. Lucifer had done everything he could think of to cause Noah and his sons to stumble. Nothing worked. They remained steadfast in their love of Jehovah.
Lucifer listened as Noah pleaded with the people to turn from their sin. Behind him animals walked two by two to whatever it was that Noah had built. Lucifer felt uneasy as he watched the animals disappear in pairs inside the dwelling.
Finally the animals stopped coming and Noah and his family pleaded for one last day for people to turn from their sins. but Lucifer sent his angels to goad the people to ridicule Noah. Finally with a look of despair on his face Noah gathered his family and disappeared into the dwelling with the animals. As the door shut, Lucifers feeling of unease began to build.
He waited. Nothing happened. One day passed, then two. Still nothing. Three, four, then five days. Still nothing. On the sixth day Lucifer and his angels laughed and danced, their fists raised in victory. All day they celebrated.
The seventh day began, and without warning the earth opened and water began to pour from the well of the earth. Rain began to fall in torrents. Men and women began rushing around, screams of terror on their lips, some cut off midscream as the water overtook them.
Lucifer and his angles looked on with confusion. They saw the dwelling that Noah had built shift and as the water rose, the dwelling sat atop the water. It began to drift away atop the water, and Lucifer became enraged.
For fourty days and nights the earth gave up it's water, and the rain poured down from the heavens. All mankind was destroyed. The contaminated seed of his angels all drown in the rush of water that covered mountain tops.
But Noah and his family sat atop the waters, safe in the dwelling, never once in danger of the fate that had taken all of mankind. Noah, the one man who had stood fast against the evil that permeated the world. The one man who's bloodline reamained free of contamination of Lucifer's angels.
She awoke with a gasp.
- Zags
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"Lord, you said no weapon formed against me shall prosper and I call on you now in the name of your son Jesus to send help." Something on the other side of the door slammed hard against him, moving him away from the door. He scooted quickly back against the door again getting the scent of sulfar even stronger than before. He knew wolves didnt generate that kind of odor and wondered if they were even still down there. Something big and heavy was behind the door he was sure of it. He felt as though he had been at this for hours with no answer from the Lord. Whatever was behind the door wanted him very badly.and George did not intend to be be dinner for a demon or whatever. "I command you in the name of Jesus to depart from here" George shouted. "You have no place here now or ever. Be gone in the name of Jesus." George listened as he heard an unholy scream from the depths of the cellar. George could feel himself being filled with a strength he had never felt before. George began to shout at the door again. "I command you to depart from this place in the name of Jesus". The screaming in the cellar sounded like a wounded animal in a great deal of pain. George could hear it run up the stairs again and slam into the door. This time the door was not protected with Georges body and it slammed off the hinges and landed on the floor in front of George.
- Renee
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Jason and Kerri were busy working in the garden while Bud and Steven were checking the satellite and security system. The weather had turned ugly just after they had buried Tom and there was a lot of damage to the garden. "We may need to replace some of the beans, but looks as though everything else is doing well," said Kerri.
Jason seemed distracted and all of a sudden he burst out with, "I think Tom would be proud of me if I volunteered to go to Iraq to help build the new world headquarters. I could maybe reach those that don't know Christ if I'm right in the middle of them. I want to do something.......need to do something."
Kerri looked at Jason and knew he wanted to make up for some of the things he had done recently, "I didn't know they were taking volunteers. From what Shannon was reading, they were using prisioners and the like to rebuild the city."
"They also have training centers and recruiting people into the GF to do a number of things. I could work on the inside and be there to help those that believe in Jesus or those that have heard, but never accepted Him. You know, be working for God right in the middle of the evil," Jason said.
"I don't know, Jason. You just recently went through a lot and you are still growing as a believer. It might be difficult for you without the support you have here. Think about it and talk to some of the others and get their opinion. OK?"
"Kerri, the voices are gone and I am ready to do something more for my Lord and savior. I'm not saying what we're doing here isn't important, it's just that I want to do more. Look what Sam's doing. I'm not a farmer and I want to go."
Kerri put down the hoe and turned to Jason, "You must go where the Lord is leading you and if you pray and believe this is what God wants you to do, then I think you should do it."
Bud and Steven joined the two and Jason told them of his plan. "Son, did you pray about this? If this is what God wants, then who are we to say anything," Steven told him.
"That's just what Kerri said, too. I just think I can do more for the cause if I'm on the inside."
"Jason, you need some target practice before you go joining any army," Bud laughed then he looked at Kerri and shrugged his shoulders and said, "OOPS.....sorry, Kerri."
Kerri slapped Bud on the back, "No problem, it's over and I'm fine. All is forgiven and fogotten."
Jason seemed distracted and all of a sudden he burst out with, "I think Tom would be proud of me if I volunteered to go to Iraq to help build the new world headquarters. I could maybe reach those that don't know Christ if I'm right in the middle of them. I want to do something.......need to do something."
Kerri looked at Jason and knew he wanted to make up for some of the things he had done recently, "I didn't know they were taking volunteers. From what Shannon was reading, they were using prisioners and the like to rebuild the city."
"They also have training centers and recruiting people into the GF to do a number of things. I could work on the inside and be there to help those that believe in Jesus or those that have heard, but never accepted Him. You know, be working for God right in the middle of the evil," Jason said.
"I don't know, Jason. You just recently went through a lot and you are still growing as a believer. It might be difficult for you without the support you have here. Think about it and talk to some of the others and get their opinion. OK?"
"Kerri, the voices are gone and I am ready to do something more for my Lord and savior. I'm not saying what we're doing here isn't important, it's just that I want to do more. Look what Sam's doing. I'm not a farmer and I want to go."
Kerri put down the hoe and turned to Jason, "You must go where the Lord is leading you and if you pray and believe this is what God wants you to do, then I think you should do it."
Bud and Steven joined the two and Jason told them of his plan. "Son, did you pray about this? If this is what God wants, then who are we to say anything," Steven told him.
"That's just what Kerri said, too. I just think I can do more for the cause if I'm on the inside."
"Jason, you need some target practice before you go joining any army," Bud laughed then he looked at Kerri and shrugged his shoulders and said, "OOPS.....sorry, Kerri."
Kerri slapped Bud on the back, "No problem, it's over and I'm fine. All is forgiven and fogotten."
- P4H
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His desk faced the door and he could see the commander's office and knew he was meeting with all his top officers for assignments that had been issued from the highest office in the country. The Director of Operations had flown in the night before and was issuing a new set of guidelines for all commissioned officers. He had gotten his orders earlier in the day and was to be sent to a new training facility outside St. Louis, Missouri. The commander had told him since he had grown up in that area he would be knowledgeable about the locals. He read through the orders once again and the list of all who had been issued pilot licenses within the last ten years. He was to recruit pilots to transport those being sent to work on the rebuilding of New Babylon. The uneasiness was growing inside the pit of his stomach and it wouldn't be long before he would be running more than a training camp, it would be more like concentration camps that reminded him of the Jewish camps during World War II. He was fully aware of the crimes going untempered, yet they were going to put good people in camps because they didn't agree with the new government. Just yesterday he reprimanded two of his men for being in a bar after curfew and fighting with the bar owner which resulted in the owner being shot. Several of the enlisted men had been sent to another camp for brutally raping a young girl in town. The commander had stopped all passes until he could assess the current situation. How did it get this bad? He would report to Whiteman AF base in three days and set up his new offices then would set up another office in St. Charles taking over the National Guard Amory. The orders were simple and none of it was going to be pleasant. He reached into his desk drawer pulling out the letter from his Mother. She had disappeared months ago and the letter explained where she had gone, but he couldn't tell anyone especially his commander. He looked up to see two or three men punching and yelling at each other, but he sat at his desk unable to move. It had gotten so bad that he no longer tried to intervene and just let them fight it out. No doubt it was over a woman, money, or just because they didn't like each other. Andrew was wanting the clock to rewind and go back in time when the world wasn't so chaotic. He missed his dear sweet Mother, but most of all he missed Claire. He closed the drawer and locked it, rearranged the papers on his desks, and turned out the light. Time to go home. He turned to look at the room and make sure everything was in its place, opened the door, said good night to his secretary then headed for home. It was time to consider his options and decide what he was going to do about his job and the new orders. This wasn't a movie, this was real, and he was right in the middle of the nightmare.
- P4H
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As Bill completed the preflight checklist, he turned to his new co-pilot Connor and asked him if he was ready for his first take off. With a mix of fear and excitement on his face, Connor silently nodded. Bill refocused his attention forward and slowly started to push forward on the throttle. As the plane started to pick up speed, Connor felt the power of the aircraft pin him back to his seat, he looked down and was amazed at the sight of the white caps on the water rolling away from the pontoons of the plane. "Hold on, this is my favorite part of the flight" as Bill pushed down on the throttle even harder. The plane launched itself off of the water below and started ascending upward. At about a 30 degree angle the plane cleared the tree tops so effortlessly that it reminded Connor of watching a soaring eagle gliding in the jetstream. Bill was so happy to have is long lost son with him. A son that he never knew that he had, but he was extatic that Connor was with him. After a couple of minutes the plane leveled off and they were now headed to their next destination for delievery. Bill knew that it was going to be an unusually long flight, so he thought that they could use the time to catch up and get to know each other a little better. Bill, looked to Connor and decided to start the conversation with, "Now that you have met all the guys and Amy at the shop, let me give you a little advice. Stay away from BJ" Bill chuckled as he finished his sentance.
Back at the shop, MD was knee deep in his studies of the coming judgements. MD knows that the really bad days are coming and based on his studies, he knows that the trib warriors are going to have lots of different needs for survivial. With so many different types of disasters and plagues coming, the trib warriors, including all of us at the shop are going to need all the help we can get. This mornings study has definatly confirmed this. Md started to wonder, what sort of items that need to be manufactured here at the shop. They have done well at producing the security systems, food growing systems, water systems, and medical units, but there must be something else that they need. For the first time in a long time, MD is expieriencing a sort of mental block or writers block. He just cant seem to put his finger on it. He has been praying non-stop for days and just hasnt been able to find the answers. MD decided to take a break and and started reading some of the news headlines on the internet. Just then he came across a headline that was talking about some rogue navy group down by the southern end of south america. The news report shows them as a group labled as ememies of the state. They are ships that have abandoned the GF miliatry and now seem to be on the run. Just then the thought popped into his head, that maybe those rogue ships just might be Christian and maybe the shop could so something to help them. Still thinking to himself, I'll have Amy send out an email over the net and test the waters, so to speak.....
Doug, John and Austin were at the other end of the shop putting the final touches on the new reverbatory furnace. Its a small melting furnace capable of handling loads between 10 and 15K. They opted to go with melting aluminum just because of the availability of the materials. They knew that somehow they would have to come up with ways of purchasing alloy materials such as magnesium and titanium, but for now they could start with some of the simpler stuff. They had been collecting aluminum cans, and aluminum siding from abandoned houses. At this time they have a nice little stock pile behind the shop. this would give them them the chance to start melting and casting whatever they needed.
With his background in an old green sand foundry, Doug was very well versed on how to build a sand mold. The shop is close enough to Lake Michigan that getting sand was not a problem and he knew how to mix up his own resin hardener from the classes that he took years ago. He had the oportunity to take some metallrgical classes, and even though sitting through them was about as exciting as watching water boil, he was now gratefule that he had taken them. That kind of knowledge will turn out to be invaluable in the near future. Then it hit him, the thought that even back then in his wild days, God had a plan for him. As that thought started to slowly sink in, Doug had a tear well up in his eyes as he realized that God had been there all along. It was he, Doug that missed it. As the soboring thought penetrated, Doug walked right passed Austin and John and said, "God is so good", then left the room.
Caught a little of guard, "I'm glad that he's in a good mood" stated John.
Grinning at the situation, Austin said, "Ok, here we are. The controls and the burners are ready to start up this furnace. As soon as BJ finishes up welding the new gas line, we will be able to start pumping methaine gas from the swamp and we will be able to have this furnace ready for melting about this time next week."
John then turned to leave the room, he went to find BJ and see if there were any last minute details that he could help with.
Back at the shop, MD was knee deep in his studies of the coming judgements. MD knows that the really bad days are coming and based on his studies, he knows that the trib warriors are going to have lots of different needs for survivial. With so many different types of disasters and plagues coming, the trib warriors, including all of us at the shop are going to need all the help we can get. This mornings study has definatly confirmed this. Md started to wonder, what sort of items that need to be manufactured here at the shop. They have done well at producing the security systems, food growing systems, water systems, and medical units, but there must be something else that they need. For the first time in a long time, MD is expieriencing a sort of mental block or writers block. He just cant seem to put his finger on it. He has been praying non-stop for days and just hasnt been able to find the answers. MD decided to take a break and and started reading some of the news headlines on the internet. Just then he came across a headline that was talking about some rogue navy group down by the southern end of south america. The news report shows them as a group labled as ememies of the state. They are ships that have abandoned the GF miliatry and now seem to be on the run. Just then the thought popped into his head, that maybe those rogue ships just might be Christian and maybe the shop could so something to help them. Still thinking to himself, I'll have Amy send out an email over the net and test the waters, so to speak.....
Doug, John and Austin were at the other end of the shop putting the final touches on the new reverbatory furnace. Its a small melting furnace capable of handling loads between 10 and 15K. They opted to go with melting aluminum just because of the availability of the materials. They knew that somehow they would have to come up with ways of purchasing alloy materials such as magnesium and titanium, but for now they could start with some of the simpler stuff. They had been collecting aluminum cans, and aluminum siding from abandoned houses. At this time they have a nice little stock pile behind the shop. this would give them them the chance to start melting and casting whatever they needed.
With his background in an old green sand foundry, Doug was very well versed on how to build a sand mold. The shop is close enough to Lake Michigan that getting sand was not a problem and he knew how to mix up his own resin hardener from the classes that he took years ago. He had the oportunity to take some metallrgical classes, and even though sitting through them was about as exciting as watching water boil, he was now gratefule that he had taken them. That kind of knowledge will turn out to be invaluable in the near future. Then it hit him, the thought that even back then in his wild days, God had a plan for him. As that thought started to slowly sink in, Doug had a tear well up in his eyes as he realized that God had been there all along. It was he, Doug that missed it. As the soboring thought penetrated, Doug walked right passed Austin and John and said, "God is so good", then left the room.
Caught a little of guard, "I'm glad that he's in a good mood" stated John.
Grinning at the situation, Austin said, "Ok, here we are. The controls and the burners are ready to start up this furnace. As soon as BJ finishes up welding the new gas line, we will be able to start pumping methaine gas from the swamp and we will be able to have this furnace ready for melting about this time next week."
John then turned to leave the room, he went to find BJ and see if there were any last minute details that he could help with.
- mdulik
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It was such a nice sunny day and everyone seemed to be outside working in the garden or helping with the shed. Sam walked the perimeter thinking about Jason's decision to volunteer for service in the GF army and wondered if he was truly ready for that kind of assignment. Shannon had searched the internet and found several reports that young men were being drafted into the services of the Potentate and being shipped to Iraq on a daily basis. She had also told him that crime was on the rise in every port the soldiers had visited lately. Innocent people were being slaughtered for pure fun, women were raped or taken as slaves, and if a soldier wanted something, he just took it. Laws were more for the people like them and less for the criminal. Everything was backwards now. He felt someone behind him and quickly turned to see Christina looking at him with concern, "You ok, Sam?"
"Yes, I was just thinking about Jason and his decision to leave us and enter the services of the AC. He says he wants to be there to help fight for the Lord, but something tells me that he's not quite ready. I will not stop him. He wants me to fly him to St. Louis where he can join. I will do that in the next couple of days and see if I can't coordinate a run for MD, too."
"Jason is capable of making his own decisions even if it is the wrong one. Amy is beside herself with fear that something bad will happen to him, but I told her none of us are going to escape bad things in the future. Mom has been so good to keep her busy with all the projects for the trib survivors. We have a long journey a head of us and it is not going to be easy. We must take this chance to serve the Lord count in every way possible so if Jason thinks he can do this, we must respect his wishes," Christina said.
"You are right. By the way, my darling Christina, when are we going to do the right thing?" Sam chuckled.
She gave him a huge smile and lowered her head, "When mom and Bud are ready, we will join them in the little chapel and have a double ceremony. What do you think?"
He pulled her close to him and said, "I'm ready whenever you say and that's a great idea to combine the ceremonies. We will need to find someone to marry us."
"We have that all figured out. Steven is a magistrate and he is also a Christian so......"
He hugged her tightly, "Brilliant idea. As long as God blesses us, but Steven is perfect for the job. You understand that I'm waiting for Amy to let me know my next assignment and could be leaving at any time."
"Sam, you have to help MD and Amy any way possible so we can work out the details and figure a way to do the ceremony between your flight assignments. Shannon was emailing Amy to coordinate what we have to offer in the way of supplies and let her know you were ready to fly again. The planting has been successful and we will have some things ready to ship in a couple of weeks. Mom and Amy have started making uniforms for the Army of the Lord and should be ready for a shipment the end of the week. Bud is working on a way to disguise us and change identities. You would be amazed with all the things he can do."
Sam looked around the compound and felt good about the progress they all had made and he smiled, "Christina, our days will be few together, but we will be blessed beyond measure. We have found salvation and true love in Christ. The truth has never been so sweet as it is now, but when we face pure evil it will take a lot of faith to pull us through. You saw a sample of the evil that is in the world when Jason was facing his demons. That was mild compared to what is going on in the world right now. I will treasure every moment we spend together and we have eternity with our savior to look forward to.....oh what a blessing that will be."
What was looking down on the couple from the woods would change things forever.
"Yes, I was just thinking about Jason and his decision to leave us and enter the services of the AC. He says he wants to be there to help fight for the Lord, but something tells me that he's not quite ready. I will not stop him. He wants me to fly him to St. Louis where he can join. I will do that in the next couple of days and see if I can't coordinate a run for MD, too."
"Jason is capable of making his own decisions even if it is the wrong one. Amy is beside herself with fear that something bad will happen to him, but I told her none of us are going to escape bad things in the future. Mom has been so good to keep her busy with all the projects for the trib survivors. We have a long journey a head of us and it is not going to be easy. We must take this chance to serve the Lord count in every way possible so if Jason thinks he can do this, we must respect his wishes," Christina said.
"You are right. By the way, my darling Christina, when are we going to do the right thing?" Sam chuckled.
She gave him a huge smile and lowered her head, "When mom and Bud are ready, we will join them in the little chapel and have a double ceremony. What do you think?"
He pulled her close to him and said, "I'm ready whenever you say and that's a great idea to combine the ceremonies. We will need to find someone to marry us."
"We have that all figured out. Steven is a magistrate and he is also a Christian so......"
He hugged her tightly, "Brilliant idea. As long as God blesses us, but Steven is perfect for the job. You understand that I'm waiting for Amy to let me know my next assignment and could be leaving at any time."
"Sam, you have to help MD and Amy any way possible so we can work out the details and figure a way to do the ceremony between your flight assignments. Shannon was emailing Amy to coordinate what we have to offer in the way of supplies and let her know you were ready to fly again. The planting has been successful and we will have some things ready to ship in a couple of weeks. Mom and Amy have started making uniforms for the Army of the Lord and should be ready for a shipment the end of the week. Bud is working on a way to disguise us and change identities. You would be amazed with all the things he can do."
Sam looked around the compound and felt good about the progress they all had made and he smiled, "Christina, our days will be few together, but we will be blessed beyond measure. We have found salvation and true love in Christ. The truth has never been so sweet as it is now, but when we face pure evil it will take a lot of faith to pull us through. You saw a sample of the evil that is in the world when Jason was facing his demons. That was mild compared to what is going on in the world right now. I will treasure every moment we spend together and we have eternity with our savior to look forward to.....oh what a blessing that will be."
What was looking down on the couple from the woods would change things forever.
- P4H
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*knock**knock*
"One moment." Teodor called gruffly. Teodor was in a foul mood. His "woman" hadn't shown up last night to "relieve his stress", so he was tense and unable to stay calm and cool. Master Lucifer, please give me the cool, confident facade despite my mood. I cannot afford to slip up for I need to complete your mission for me Teodor's "prayer" was answered, and Teodor could feel himself unwinding and a small smile formed on his face.
Teodor walked to the door and opened it. "Well hello Jerome, what can I do for you?"
Jerome plastered on his "devoted servant" face. "Mr. Potentate, I wanted to run some disturbing statistics by you. Do you have a moment?"
"Certainly."
Jerome walked into the room and waited for Teodor to motion for him to sit. "It appears that 73% of the world's population has noticed the extreme crime rates and demands answers for why they are out-of-control. I thought perhaps you might want to speak on this during an address to the people, maybe persuade them to calm down and not to worry?"
Teodor instantly perked. This was the perfect opportunity to implement the next stage of his plan.
"Thank you for the information Jerome...I personally will give the speech without a script shortly. Will you make GF News and the other smaller networks aware?
"Certainly Mr. Potentate. I will page you when they are ready for you." Teodor nodded and Jerome exited the room.
30 minutes later
"You're on in 5...4...3...2...1..."*points*
"Good afternoon citizens of the Global Family. It has come to my attention that the crime rates around the world have skyrocketed since the Disappearances due to lack of law enforcement and the confusion over changes made to previous crime laws.
This will change.
Starting immediately, all Global Family Military personnel who are not in active duty will have the authority to incarcerate anyone committing a crime. This includes your usual list of major law-breaking activities like robbery, murder, attempted murder, sexual abuse, hit-and-runs, ect, as well as minor infractions like stockpiling money that has not been exchanged for Argos.
Those in the Global Family Airforce will track the skies for any unauthorized aircraft. If communication fails to peacefully land the aircraft, you are ordered to shoot and destroy said aircraft.
As you know, the world wide web has been in the process of cleansing terroristic web pages and coming under complete control of the Global Family. If a person or group of persons creates or accesses websites which break Global Family Internet code regulations, they are subject to arrest and punishment. Others who try to access classified Global Family documents or government procedures will be considered terrorists as they are a threat to global security. I have a large number of Global Family computer scientists monitoring the internet closely for any breaches in conduct.
The Global Family Community Organizers, which as you know is the youth force of the Global Family Military also will have the same powers as the GFM to arrest law-breakers, but their main focus is on religious zealots and extremists who threaten our goals of peace and unity under our One World Faith. I have previously allowed people to practice their religious beliefs as long as they do so in a peaceful manner, and I will continue to allow it, but those who create disturbances and chaos with their radical religious practices will be prosecuted. I am asking those who hold such beliefs to change their behavior and practice their religion peacefully while accepting the beliefs of others and uniting under one banner. If you fail to do so, again, you will face punishment.
All Global Family personnel, military or not, have the authority to arrest or turn-in those who break the laws of the Global Family. If you fail to do so and I find out about it, you will be punished severely.
On a more positive front, the construction of New Babylon is coming along wonderfully. The city should be completed in the coming months. We are also quickly building large numbers of high-security prisons worldwide, which will house those who fail to keep the law. This will make our streets safer and lower the crime levels which have caused us so much trouble.
My friends, our world is becoming more like the utopia of peace that we dream of every single day. It just will take some time for these changes to become visible.
Thank you."
Later, in Teodor's office
Teodor rubbed his hands together. "My lord, your plans are coming along beautifully. Soon I will be able to round up those Yeshua-worshipers and punish them for the scum they truly are. But as you say, it takes patience and skill to put everything into place, and the gifts with which you have endowed me allows me to be successful. Lord lucifer, I pray for continued sustenance and finesse, and I pray that your will be done."
Jerome's head snapped to the side, toward Teodor's door:
He could hear the maniacal laughter echoing inside the office...
...but no one else seemed to notice.
"One moment." Teodor called gruffly. Teodor was in a foul mood. His "woman" hadn't shown up last night to "relieve his stress", so he was tense and unable to stay calm and cool. Master Lucifer, please give me the cool, confident facade despite my mood. I cannot afford to slip up for I need to complete your mission for me Teodor's "prayer" was answered, and Teodor could feel himself unwinding and a small smile formed on his face.
Teodor walked to the door and opened it. "Well hello Jerome, what can I do for you?"
Jerome plastered on his "devoted servant" face. "Mr. Potentate, I wanted to run some disturbing statistics by you. Do you have a moment?"
"Certainly."
Jerome walked into the room and waited for Teodor to motion for him to sit. "It appears that 73% of the world's population has noticed the extreme crime rates and demands answers for why they are out-of-control. I thought perhaps you might want to speak on this during an address to the people, maybe persuade them to calm down and not to worry?"
Teodor instantly perked. This was the perfect opportunity to implement the next stage of his plan.
"Thank you for the information Jerome...I personally will give the speech without a script shortly. Will you make GF News and the other smaller networks aware?
"Certainly Mr. Potentate. I will page you when they are ready for you." Teodor nodded and Jerome exited the room.
30 minutes later
"You're on in 5...4...3...2...1..."*points*
"Good afternoon citizens of the Global Family. It has come to my attention that the crime rates around the world have skyrocketed since the Disappearances due to lack of law enforcement and the confusion over changes made to previous crime laws.
This will change.
Starting immediately, all Global Family Military personnel who are not in active duty will have the authority to incarcerate anyone committing a crime. This includes your usual list of major law-breaking activities like robbery, murder, attempted murder, sexual abuse, hit-and-runs, ect, as well as minor infractions like stockpiling money that has not been exchanged for Argos.
Those in the Global Family Airforce will track the skies for any unauthorized aircraft. If communication fails to peacefully land the aircraft, you are ordered to shoot and destroy said aircraft.
As you know, the world wide web has been in the process of cleansing terroristic web pages and coming under complete control of the Global Family. If a person or group of persons creates or accesses websites which break Global Family Internet code regulations, they are subject to arrest and punishment. Others who try to access classified Global Family documents or government procedures will be considered terrorists as they are a threat to global security. I have a large number of Global Family computer scientists monitoring the internet closely for any breaches in conduct.
The Global Family Community Organizers, which as you know is the youth force of the Global Family Military also will have the same powers as the GFM to arrest law-breakers, but their main focus is on religious zealots and extremists who threaten our goals of peace and unity under our One World Faith. I have previously allowed people to practice their religious beliefs as long as they do so in a peaceful manner, and I will continue to allow it, but those who create disturbances and chaos with their radical religious practices will be prosecuted. I am asking those who hold such beliefs to change their behavior and practice their religion peacefully while accepting the beliefs of others and uniting under one banner. If you fail to do so, again, you will face punishment.
All Global Family personnel, military or not, have the authority to arrest or turn-in those who break the laws of the Global Family. If you fail to do so and I find out about it, you will be punished severely.
On a more positive front, the construction of New Babylon is coming along wonderfully. The city should be completed in the coming months. We are also quickly building large numbers of high-security prisons worldwide, which will house those who fail to keep the law. This will make our streets safer and lower the crime levels which have caused us so much trouble.
My friends, our world is becoming more like the utopia of peace that we dream of every single day. It just will take some time for these changes to become visible.
Thank you."
Later, in Teodor's office
Teodor rubbed his hands together. "My lord, your plans are coming along beautifully. Soon I will be able to round up those Yeshua-worshipers and punish them for the scum they truly are. But as you say, it takes patience and skill to put everything into place, and the gifts with which you have endowed me allows me to be successful. Lord lucifer, I pray for continued sustenance and finesse, and I pray that your will be done."
Jerome's head snapped to the side, toward Teodor's door:
He could hear the maniacal laughter echoing inside the office...
...but no one else seemed to notice.
- Katy
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