Chapter 13 – Destiny

Destiny

 

“It’s time to get going,” Kris said. “The ship is making preparations for departure. John and Maria, Tim, Brent, David, George, and Emily got into their gear, put on their helmets, and boarded the sleds. A camp fire burns outside under the ship, while the blizzard rages on overhead.

George and his brothers returned and suited up as well for the ride back into town. Emily and David’s addition leave just one spare seat in the convoy.

Things can be surreal on a snowmobile. You’re wrapped up in warm clothes and specialty suites. You have a helmet on that keeps you from freezing and protects your head at the same time. Unfortunately this adds huge blind spots and noise dampeners that throw off your perception a bit.

George sits at the front of the Convoy; it’s an important job. Everyone is following George at speeds greater than one hundred miles per hour. George needs to be sure he’s not going to accidentally drive everyone over a cliff.

One by one the snowmobiles start; George motions for John to come to the front. John accelerates slowly and maneuvers his way to the front.

“Where are we going in Minneapolis John,” George said. “Are we going to the church or to the television studio.”

“Set our course for the church George,” John said. “I’d really like for a couple of sleds to head to the television studio for security, to be sure.”

“I’ll have two of my Aaron and Isaac split off and go to the studio after were safely at the church. John, remember earlier when I mentioned I’d like to talk to my children again, to apologize for the life I’ve lived. I’m not going to have a chance to do that if we go up in a blaze of glory,” George said.

“I don’t need you in the church George; I have an entire security team at my disposal once I get to the church. We just need you to get us there, get out as fast as you can after that, it’s going to get ugly,” John said. “I wish I knew what to expect once we get there.”

The Fallen Angels and the disembodied spirits are not omniscient,” Maria said. “They only know what they observe directly, and that information gets passed about second hand on the spiritual side. That is one reason we pray to ourselves, so the enemy doesn’t know our weakness, and what we need.”

“It’s likely Matthew knows something has gone wrong with your vacation. He knows something has happened to his Emily, but he’s not sure what. He knows something big is going down in the supernatural realm, everyone that’s in tune can feel it, but he may not realize it involves him.”

However, once Matthew figures out what’s going on he’ll probably try and stop the message from getting out in any way possible. This means breaking equipment, disrupting the signal, and even killing John if that’s what it takes. The infiltrators have ruled the church since Jesus left this earth. They’re not about to give it up without a fight,” Maria said.

“I’m just going to take the pulpit and pretend nothing is out of the ordinary,” John said. “That’s my best chance I think, and the best way to ignore a problem, by pretending that it doesn’t exist. Sales people have been using this gimmick for decades.”

George signaled for Aaron and Isaac to pull up front. John and Maria went to the back of the convoy when George’s brothers went up front. Emily looked distraught, like she had something she needed to get off of her chest.

“I’ll have your back long enough for you to get your message out John,” Emily said. “I see you here and you’re such a hero John; when we were dating I fell for you a bit you know, I need for you to know that was real for me too. I fell in love with you along the way. You have to understand; the priorities of a Nephilim like me are different than for an earth girl.”

“We’re taught early on that there can never be salvation for us; that Jesus Christ is the Kinsman Redeemer. It goes something like this; Jesus didn’t die for the dogs, the cats, or the bunnies. We’re taught that His redemption was only for the humans. That’s why scripture is so magical. If you pay “attention it holds answers for questions like this”

“We’re taught that we have a chance at winning this Holy War and that we are playing for the right team. We’re taught that Yahweh is wrong, and He is going to lose. I know after tonight that only Yahweh can save me.”

Maria was smiling at Emily. She had the same course in God’s love many years ago. She wonders what Emily might have been like under different circumstances, working for the Kingdom.

Aaron and Isaac pulled their snowmobiles back to the end of the convoy again, pulling up the rear. The calm before the storm was very obvious. The need to be victorious was burned into everyone’s soul. This moment was a long time in the making.

God gives us free will, and it’s up to us to find our way back to him. However, when free will is handed back to God, asking for His will to be done instead of ours, that’s where destiny can intersect.

John and Maria were destined to be together, before either of them was ever born. Everyone else here as well; throughout space and time, this group of believers assembled together here, to witness this event.

Shortly after John and Maria each surrendered their free will, in light of the bigger goals at hand; they started dreaming of each other. The spirit world knew, and they were not happy about it. The supernatural world tried many times to keep them from meeting.

John remembers a time many years back; a time when he was confused and on his own, a weak time where he submitted to visiting a psychic, to get his future told.

John told the physic of one of the dreams of Maria he had. The psychic hit John at a very weak time in his life. She went on and on about a girl he would eventually meet named Maria. She told John he had been married over and over through many different lifetimes with Maria, and she was his go to pick for most every life.

But this life was different. He was due after working too much in other lives. John was due a life of relaxation, free of wanting anything or anyone. It wasn’t clear who would be the right girl. But the wrong girl was Maria, whenever they were to meet.

John also remembered his encounter with the Satanist long ago. It was then the realization hit John that most of his life had been lived fighting the forces of evil. So many things went wrong in his younger days. He was a confused young man, like so many are.

John looks through his past events; one by one, it’s obvious now that almost everything in John’s life is just a distraction to keep him from becoming who fate says he must be. It’s hard to say you’re doing it wrong, especially with something like public prayer. Jesus told us to pray in a closet, far from the hypocrites who do it for show.

Jesus was always leaving to pray; even after the last supper where he asked his disciples to remain ‘here’ while He went over ‘there’ to pray by himself. Prayer is a very intimate communication with the creator of the universe. It’s also obvious from the text that the thanks that Jesus gave for the bread and wine, was not prayer, the Bible doesn’t say Jesus prayed here.

Not one at church gets this right; John caves to peer pressure like everyone else when he goes though. Sometimes it gets the best of him. Like so many things, it’s engrained into our worship. People do what they know; what’s been passed down from generation to generation. Jesus told us to lookout for this in Matthew chapter fifteen, verses eight and nine. “These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. They worship me in vain; their teachings are but rules taught by men.”

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“Enough with the status quo”, John said. “We’ve been doing this wrong for thousands of years. We follow the traditions of men, in place of the word of God. And He warned us this would happen when we got it wrong again. Just once, I’d like to see things done right.”

“I’ve been beating myself up over this recently a lot Maria; public prayer is a sore spot for me. Jesus showed us how to pray, and then showed us how to do it. He told us explicitly not to pray in public; like the hypocrites do, and what do we do? We do exactly the opposite of what He told us to do.”

“We pray in public all the time; we hold hands and pray on television, we say grace in front of strangers at the restaurant. When we assemble, we have an opening prayer, a prayer for the offering, a prayer for the lesson, and then we close with a prayer. It’s just absurd,” John said.

Maria noticed the wind whipped into a frenzy while John went on his tirade on public prayer. “Keep it up John,” Maria said. “I believe the storm is reacting to you.”

John continued. “Jesus was always going somewhere to pray; even after the last supper. Jesus asked his disciples to remain ‘here’ while He went over ‘there’ to pray by himself. Prayer is a very intimate communication with the creator of the universe. It’s also obvious from the Greek text that the thanks that Jesus gave for the bread and wine, was not a prayer. The Bible doesn’t say Jesus prayed at the last supper when He showed us how to remember Him.”

“Not one church gets this right,” John said. And the funny thing is they all think they’re the only one’s getting it right. I’m not going to be the first person to toss a stone here. I’ve made all these mistakes before when I’ve lead worship.”

“We do what we were taught by our family, or our Preachers when we were kids; the traditions were passed down from generation to generation. Jesus told us to lookout for this. Matthew chapter fifteen, verses eight and nine. “These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. They worship me in vain; their teachings are but rules taught by men.”

It was very dark. The low clouds combined with the storm cast a pale shadow across the landscape. The ship couldn’t fly low enough to light the ground with the low visibility, so George triangulated their path by following the three main lights on the craft.

It would seem that John was partially in tune with the Word of God. He wasn’t an observer here; he was handpicked to change the world.

The ship continued gaining in altitude; flying towards Minneapolis; George lead the convoy down the main roads. This area is slightly populous; with most property fenced off for agriculture and farming needs, it’s best to avoid off-roading here at night. Snowmobile riders and fences don’t get along well; they have a nasty habit of decapitating riders who drive through fences.

On the back streets in a rural Minnesota town the riders get comfortable with their sleds. They race up the road in a high speed version of the children’s game of tag. Snowmobiles are great for going incredibly fast speeds, but not so great for stopping.

Brent and John were neck and neck; racing, trying to keep up with George. They were running full throttle for the last several miles. Houses were going by so fast that you couldn’t count them anymore; they were just brief flashes of light. The faster the snowmobile went, the more John’s eyes would tear, causing his helmet to fog up.

George honks his horn and pulls his sled suddenly on the right side of the road. He slid to a stop in front of a mailbox, flashing his lights to get everyone’s attention. Brent and John were close, and the others pulled right in behind them. The adrenaline was surging through John from the ride. “Why did you pull over George,” John said.

“Because of the cliff John,” George said.

“Because of what cliff George,” John said.

George got off of his sled and walked carefully towards the edge of the road. Just twenty five feet ahead the road ended, George took out his flashlight. He shined it up the path the snowmobiles were taking. “Do you see that cliff, A few more feet and everyone would have followed me off of it,” George said.

It’s one of those moments where mortality grabs you and shakes you a few times, reminding you of your short life. Like a close call in a car accident; time has the appearance of slowing down as your brain records everything it possibly can for examination later. The gravity of the situation doesn’t sink in right away. Only after you’ve had a short time to reflect, and realize just how close to death you came.

After a few minutes most everyone regained their composure. George’s heart and breathing returned to a safe rhythm; he pegged the throttle and the snowmobile sped off, launching a trail of snow from the back. George hit a small hill while he was accelerating and pushed the snowmobile full throttle. It launched almost eight feet into the air and landed with a cushy bounce. Everyone followed George back out of the neighborhood, paying closer attention from here on out.

George headed west for another couple of yards, and then crossed the railroad tracks to get on the main highway. Civilization was a mere eight miles down the road. They approached town from the east; no lights were visible from the majority of the homes. A few people were stirring, some clearing their driveways while others wiped the snow from their cars. This was the first break in several days from the blizzard. Some were standing watch; some gathered firewood, while others helping those less fortunate than themselves.

A state of emergency was declared by the State Police; the roads were impassible from snow drifts as high as twenty feet in some intersections. Snowmobiles are immune to these laws, having saved people in countless storms throughout winters past; snowmobiles are given a free pass from law enforcement during bad weather. It’s not like the police could catch them anyway.

The roads were covered with snow, and underneath the snow was a blanket of ice at least an inch thick. The highway department ran out of salt; molasses, and other road treatments additives early in the storm.

The only movement was a few other snowmobiles and some serious snow removal equipment that was getting moved into position. The blizzard broke up as quickly as it started, visibility was improving and the group traveled pretty quickly through the next several towns up to the interstate that runs to Minneapolis.

Once everyone made it to the main highway they stopped to refuel and have something to eat. Everyone dismounted their sleds and George pulled out several bags of sweet bread that he shared with everyone.

“It had been a while since John and Marie and Kris had a meal. The three gorged on the food. “What is this George,” John asked.

“I don’t know,” George said. “It fell from the ship when we were hungry on the ride to pick you guys up. There was so much left that I just bagged it and stashed it away for later.

“George, this is manna, like from the Bible, manna from Heaven, are you sure the ship dropped this,” Maria said.

“Yes Maria, I’m sure,” George said. “My brothers and I gathered this batch the last time the ship stopped.

“I knew it,” Maria said. “It’s what I believed all along, UFOs are written about throughout the Bible. This is fantastic news George, just fantastic, thanks for sharing this with us.”

Emily approached the group after keeping to herself for a while. “Maria, can I talk with you for a moment,” Emily said.

“Sure Emily, anything you want to ask me,” Maria said.

The group listened very intently as Emily presented her case. “I need to know the answer to this,” Emily said. “It’s eating me up inside; everyone here witnessed Jerry and I both get second chances. The rest of you are Christian and have had a second chance. What about my Dad?”

“Yes, he’s a Fallen Angel; and yes, he’s made terrible choices in his life. He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time on a celestial scale. Is there any forgiveness for him? I’m an absolute piece of shit Maria; I wrecked Christian homes for fun. How can there be forgiveness for me? I’m part Human and part Fallen Angel. Do you think there is any forgiveness for my Dad? Is there any hope for him?”

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“I don’t know the answer to that question Emily,” Maria said. But I do think that God can and does change his mind. He seemed rather intent on wiping out the Mt. Sinai visitors after they made the Golden Calf. Moses literally talked God off the rocks on that one by telling Him that the surrounding nations would say He tricked His believers into wandering into the desert so He could kill them.”

“After some careful consideration, God followed His new plan instead of His old one. I guess I’m saying anything is possible Emily. God works through me and I was a terrible Satanist back in the day. Are you saying your Dad wants to approach the throne of God and ask for forgiveness?

“I don’t know what I’m asking Maria. My Dad Matthew; he’s not your typical Fallen Angel either. He was a watcher back in the days when the Angels sinned, when they fell from grace to take wives for themselves. He was left on Earth with the others after the war in Heaven.”

Daniel topped all of the snowmobiles up with super unleaded gasoline. The weather was holding as the snowmobiles started for the last leg of the trip. George walked back to John and Maria’s snowmobile. “I’m putting Kris on the back of Daniel’s sleigh John. I’ve been told to make sure that she gets to the television station before you go live with your lesson this morning.

When we get into town you Maria, Kris, Brent, and Tim follow me to the Church. Once you’re safely inside everyone else will rendezvous at the television station with my brothers and wait in the control room for you to go on the air, someone will meet us when we arrive to give us access.

“John I’ll be dropping you and Maria at a safe house a couple of blocks from the church. The owner is expecting you both and has a hot shower and a change of clothes arranged for each of you. He’ll drive you to church when you’re ready to go. In everyone’s interest I want to avoid the fanfare of showing up with an unidentified flying object, and six snowmobiles loaded with personnel and supplies. It throws the element of surprise off”

“I’ll help you John, just like I promised,” Emily said. “If it’s OK with Maria I’ll walk in with you. It will buy you some time.”

“And then I’m out my friend,” George said. Thanks for giving me my life back brother, if I don’t get another chance to tell you, I wanted you to know I’m going to take advantage of the life you gave back to me. My immediate need is to make up with my family. I’ve had a chip on my shoulder for a long time now, and I miss them. I hope to see you soon Johnny.”

John stood up from his snowmobile and hugged George. “I can’t tell you how happy I was to see you return to the Kingdom, and to your family George. God bless you my friend. And keep in touch, the website has my contact information. “

“Come on Emily, you’re riding with me,” George said. Emily walked with George back to his snowmobile. She waited until George gave the signal for her to get on.

Maria threw her arms around John and kissed him on the neck playfully. “Are you OK with Emily helping out,” John said.

“Yes John, I’ll kill her if she so much as flirts with you though,” Maria said.

John laughed out loud. John knew Maria wasn’t kidding about Emily though. John looked at his watch; it was three o’ clock Sunday morning. In less than five hours his life and the life of everyone around him would change forever.

This was the precipice, the point of no turning back. Hundreds of thousands of viewers are still in bed sleeping comfortably across the world. Some were awake already; there was a huge advertising blitz for John’s Christmas Sermon. They’re not expecting John to break the mold; they’re hoping for a feel good sermon. Christians aren’t agents of change per say. Not when it comes to the faith. Many will be caught off guard.

“Are you ready to do this,” John said.

“Let’s get this behind us,” Maria said. “I have some plans for you later.”

John tilted his head a little to the right and smiled. They kissed quietly, not trying to attract any attention to themselves. “I’m so glad I married you Maria, my love.

John was taking in the beauty of the freshly fallen snow. It’s so beautiful and pristine before humans come in contact with it. The ship had been circling the group’s position for a few minutes while the snowmobiles were refueling. The ship was now facing southeast; ready for the last leg of the journey.

George and Emily took the lead following the ship, and everyone else followed close behind them. The next couple of hours back to Minneapolis went fast. Once you hit your groove on the snowmobile a long ride is no big deal, especially at these speeds.

The sun glimmered over the Horizon as the convoy drove into North Branch Minnesota. From Ely Minnesota the trip took about four hours. Dawn had arrived; George stood up to stretch and removed his helmet. We’re tired from the all night cross country drive. He motioned for everyone to gather together for a meeting.

Everyone removed their helmets and gathered around John and Maria’s sled. Kris knelt and transformed into Gabriel; “Congratulations everyone; you’re just about to your destinations. The escort ship needs to break away from us to avoid any more attention. We need to keep it of out of sight at all cost. It does a great job staying off the radar at night, but it’s easily spotted during the day. We’re not ready to show our hand to everyone yet,” Gabriel said. “It’s not time.”

“You’re breaking into two groups now, Gabriel said. George is taking Brent, Tim, Kris, John, Maria and Emily to the church. He’ll drop them off and meet the rest of you downtown at the Coyote news headquarters on Eleventh Street downtown. Aaron knows the way, he’ll see to it that you get there safely. Kris, you’re in charge once you reach the station. Do whatever it takes to get the message and the new web site address you set up out to everyone.”

“Brent’s wife is the general manager for the Coyote Broadcasting station and has agreed to meet you at the studio at eight o’ clock this morning to make sure the message gets out. Yes Brent, before you ask, I visited your wife and told her about your setup. I told her you were under a spell and she agreed to take you back. You’re welcome, Gabriel said.”

Gabriel and Brent had an extremely awkward moment. Some things are best left unsaid. The manner in which Gabriel ended the conversation with Brent said it all; Brent wasn’t entirely free of guilt from his rendezvous with Emily. But he wasn’t guilty either; good Angels don’t lie. Someone just got extremely lucky.” John said.

“These are very exciting times everyone,” Gabriel said, “I’m proud of all of you. I’ll support you to the best of my ability John, and so will Michael. But you must make the move John,” Gabriel said. May Yahweh bless you John, and all of you, keeping you close to Him. I must go for now, we’ll see each other again my friend, Gabriel said to John”

Gabriel kneeled down and transformed back into Kris; Aaron was the first to start his snowmobile. “Come with me Kris “Aaron said.” Daniel and Isaac are going with us to the television station; everyone else is pre-staging over at the Church, George will join us after dropping off the others.”

John stood up and extended his hand to Maria. She stood up to join him. “I want to thank everyone for your help this weekend. And I’m sure I’ll see you all very soon. Don’t be strangers. The web site has our contact information. If you ever want to get together and worship that would be great, it’s the way God intended us to do it I believe, blessings to you all.”

George and Kris walked over to hug John and Maria, as did the rest of the group. Everyone went back to their sleds and started them. The sun was rising, setting the sky ablaze with colors. The amount of snow that was dumped on Minneapolis was simply amazing, about five feet. “We’ll be digging out from this for a while,” George said.

George pulled up to the right and Aaron pulled up to the left. Two snowmobiles going downtown and four headed for Church. George strapped on his helmet and other gear, and took off for the Church. In his rear view mirror he could see his brothers turning south to head downtown.

George led the group through the mall, by the back of the Church to a small home that Gabriel told him about. A nativity scene would be out front to mark the house. The four snowmobiles rounded the corner and pulled out front for a moment to drop off their cargo.

George, John, and Maria took off their helmets and tucked them under their arms. They approached the house; when they reached the front door it opened before they had a chance to knock. The kind gentleman who opened the door waved to George. George took off towards downtown leaving a few snowmobiles behind at the strangers’ house. He’d be back for them soon.