died the day most of this country put their trust in the government and its economical endeavors. No longer can people go to church to worship, so as our Father has taught us many times, I take the church to the people,” says Father Joseph.
“So, you have been watching over us all these years like … some bird of prey, and we’ve been clueless of your existence? So why come to us now and reveal yourself?” I ask. I feel a slight sense of rejection in my heart toward Father Joseph, yet I feel compelled to restrain my emotions because he kept Gabe and me together. I know it sounds absolutely absurd to think he could have somehow changed the fate of my parents’ death if he was there, the day of the crash. Maybe it could have altered the unfortunate event, but it really doesn’t matter anymore, and I can blame no one for their death. I can’t justify my hasty reaction. My heart slowly succumbs to God’s grace and this ridiculous notion that I feel resentful disappears.
“On the very day of the car crash, God had spoken to me. I felt so numb after what had happened, especially knowing what your mother had predicted. I could barely hold myself together to believe it, much less understand it. The only thing I remember clinging to that day was the taste of whiskey … and then it happened.”
“What?” I dare to ask.
“That very evening, an angel came to me in my dreams and revealed the very purpose of your existence in this world. I was chosen to help fulfill that existence. I was given complete and clear instructions to make sure that you two were not to be separated at any time at all costs, and that on your fifteenth birthday, I would come and deliver the message that God had shared with me to give to you. This vision was meant for your eyes to see,” Father Joseph says with conviction.
At this point, my anticipation is wearing thin, and patience has become my enemy, and it’s all I can do to keep from screaming.
Father Joseph looks directly into our eyes with authoritative intentions, and says to us slowly and clearly, “You two were chosen by God.”
CHAPTER 8
Gabe has lifted his hands from his face and looks across the room at me. “Chosen to do what?” I attentively ask.
“Chosen to do His will, to expose the wickedness of this nation and of this world by exterminating the very evil that tempts your heart. You will seek out the one who starves His children from Him and lead those who accept His name as their Father. You were born into this world to help lead the children of God away from evil. Many will follow, but most will deny His existence and die unmercifully.
“They will be free to make their own choices, but it’s up to you to lead them when they do. He has extended His grace far more than we deserve … and now we must answer. May God have mercy on us all,” Father Joseph mightily states.
With my back to the wall, I slowly slide down to my bottom and grab my knees tightly. I just stare at Gabe with disbelief. I’ve become numb and speechless to the idea that I’m supposed to do what Father Joseph asks. How can I be chosen for something so inherently pure when I battle my sins on a daily basis? I feel sick to my stomach, and I want to just crawl in a hole and die. After a few minutes of being disconnected to the world, I slowly get up and try to contemplate this lunacy. I’m not sure what’s real anymore, and I’m growing ever-more eager to dismiss this madness. I’ve become less reticent and slightly pissed.
“I’m not saying I don’t believe you or that my mother had these visions, but listen to what you’re saying. This is absolutely ridiculous. We’re fifteen years old. I know nothing about killing a man, much less thousands. What the hell do we have to offer?” I ask.
“We’re all born into this world with uncertainty, but each one of us has a fate, and it’s up to you to blindly accept it or not. You two were chosen to do His will, and I have been chosen to make
“So, you have been watching over us all these years like … some bird of prey, and we’ve been clueless of your existence? So why come to us now and reveal yourself?” I ask. I feel a slight sense of rejection in my heart toward Father Joseph, yet I feel compelled to restrain my emotions because he kept Gabe and me together. I know it sounds absolutely absurd to think he could have somehow changed the fate of my parents’ death if he was there, the day of the crash. Maybe it could have altered the unfortunate event, but it really doesn’t matter anymore, and I can blame no one for their death. I can’t justify my hasty reaction. My heart slowly succumbs to God’s grace and this ridiculous notion that I feel resentful disappears.
“On the very day of the car crash, God had spoken to me. I felt so numb after what had happened, especially knowing what your mother had predicted. I could barely hold myself together to believe it, much less understand it. The only thing I remember clinging to that day was the taste of whiskey … and then it happened.”
“What?” I dare to ask.
“That very evening, an angel came to me in my dreams and revealed the very purpose of your existence in this world. I was chosen to help fulfill that existence. I was given complete and clear instructions to make sure that you two were not to be separated at any time at all costs, and that on your fifteenth birthday, I would come and deliver the message that God had shared with me to give to you. This vision was meant for your eyes to see,” Father Joseph says with conviction.
At this point, my anticipation is wearing thin, and patience has become my enemy, and it’s all I can do to keep from screaming.
Father Joseph looks directly into our eyes with authoritative intentions, and says to us slowly and clearly, “You two were chosen by God.”
CHAPTER 8
Gabe has lifted his hands from his face and looks across the room at me. “Chosen to do what?” I attentively ask.
“Chosen to do His will, to expose the wickedness of this nation and of this world by exterminating the very evil that tempts your heart. You will seek out the one who starves His children from Him and lead those who accept His name as their Father. You were born into this world to help lead the children of God away from evil. Many will follow, but most will deny His existence and die unmercifully.
“They will be free to make their own choices, but it’s up to you to lead them when they do. He has extended His grace far more than we deserve … and now we must answer. May God have mercy on us all,” Father Joseph mightily states.
With my back to the wall, I slowly slide down to my bottom and grab my knees tightly. I just stare at Gabe with disbelief. I’ve become numb and speechless to the idea that I’m supposed to do what Father Joseph asks. How can I be chosen for something so inherently pure when I battle my sins on a daily basis? I feel sick to my stomach, and I want to just crawl in a hole and die. After a few minutes of being disconnected to the world, I slowly get up and try to contemplate this lunacy. I’m not sure what’s real anymore, and I’m growing ever-more eager to dismiss this madness. I’ve become less reticent and slightly pissed.
“I’m not saying I don’t believe you or that my mother had these visions, but listen to what you’re saying. This is absolutely ridiculous. We’re fifteen years old. I know nothing about killing a man, much less thousands. What the hell do we have to offer?” I ask.
“We’re all born into this world with uncertainty, but each one of us has a fate, and it’s up to you to blindly accept it or not. You two were chosen to do His will, and I have been chosen to make
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