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Those Three Words Crept Over King's Mountain

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It was easy breaking into the church on East Main Street over on the West Side. The back window was flimsy and just waiting for Mike King to put it out of its misery. He was in and the entrance from that window led him right into the kitchen. That small kitchen smelled like cleaning products, mostly bleach.

King breathed deeply as his bony shoulders sagged. He was hungry, tired and covered in cob webs, and he was also ready to commit robbery. His life to date had been a failure.

Sister Teresa Keller was just as startled as King when she walked into the kitchen and saw the teenager standing there holding a gun to her face. For King it was an involuntary reaction that made him draw the weapon.

The gun he was holding was used in a liquor store robbery a few weeks back, and that gunman abandoned it behind an outside air conditioning unit. It was then that Mike King reclaimed it.

“I'm here for the collection money,” King said nervously.

Sister Keller moved closer to King until the barrel of the gun touched her cheek. “Why do you want the collection money?”

King bit his bottom lip, but he did not reply.

“You've done nothing to earn the money, so don't ask for it again.” Her words were firm and her face gave no indication of fear.

“Don't make me pop you sister!” He shouted as he squinted his eyes and clenched his teeth. “I got no time for your bull shit!”

“The money is not mine to give,” she replied.

Mike King was not joking, he knew he had it in him to pop her. He stepped back a little as his knees almost buckled and his mouth went dry. “Get me the money!”

She reached out and took his free wrist and squeezed it. Very calmly she said, “I'll pray for you.”

“I don't need you to pray for me,” he said as he yanked his wrist away and stepped a few feet back. “And get me the damn money, I'm not playing sister.”

“No, you are wrong. You do need me to pray for you. Surrender your will to Christ, and follow him wherever he leads. And you will never feel lonely again.”

“It's too late for me sister,” he said. “God turned his back on me a long time ago.”

“God would never turn his back on you. Give Him a chance. Don't be weak and fragile,” she said. “Lets start a renewed relationship with Him. Lets do it now, confess your sins to God.”

“You're crazy sister,” he said.

“I am who God made me to be,” she replied gently.

“You don't understand,” he tried explaining as tears found there way down his cheek. “My mother was an alcoholic and she died cold stiff drunk when I was eight. I never knew my father, but they tell me he was like that old song, wherever he lays his hat was his home. I eat three meals a week. I bathe in the Rooster River in the summer and a half way house in the winter. That's my life, and you tell me God didn't turn his back on me?”

King almost dropped the weapon, but instead readjusted his grip to make it tighter.

“But after what you went through,” she continued. “You bathe and you eat. That is God providing for you.”

“Providing shit! I'm providing.”

She spoke softer and continued smiling. “No, He has shown you a way. He is looking out for you. He knows your thoughts, and your needs. God wants you to be perfectly at peace in the world.”

“Living like this?”

“You're just frightened by the real world. You just have to go to Him in prayer and in the spirit of forgiveness. Then and only then, your sins would be forgiven. The Lord will forgive all of your transgressions.”

“My constant hunger, the poverty, all my situation?”

“They won't go away, but He will give you the strength to deal with it.”

“This gun will make them go away,” he half shouted.

“No, it'll just make the hole your digging deeper.”

Mike King took a good, long look into the eyes of Sister Keller. He saw genuine compassion staring right back at him. It was an expression he couldn't explain, but somehow trusted. He walked up to her and placed the gun in the palms of her hands. She put the gun in a top drawer near the sink and hugged King tight.

Sister Keller held King's hand and they prayed together.

“I'm hungry sister,” he whispered in her ear.

The only food she had to offer was a quick roll with butter and some tomato juice from a can. It was good enough for him as he sat at the table with tears in his eyes and thanked God for the meal he was about to receive.

“Bless you,” she whispered in his ear.

“I may not change,” he said.

“I know.”

“I may go back to my old ways,” he continued. “I'm still weak.”

“Give Him a chance.”

He nodded slowly.

“God loves you.”

Those three words Crept over King's mountain.

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© 2016 Frank Atanacio

Comments

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on December 15, 2017:

bless you..:)

Ann Carr from SW England on December 15, 2017:

I keep the notification emails until I get round to them; I'm still catching up on everyone!

Ann

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on December 15, 2017:

wow, where did you dig this one up Ann Carr ...LOL

Ann Carr from SW England on December 15, 2017:

Super story; outside your usual but just as brilliant!

Ann

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on August 10, 2016:

thanks savvydating for reading my King.. bless you and good seeing you

Yves on August 08, 2016:

Great story. I was really interested to know what would happen at the end. And to think, there are such brave people, like Sister Keller, in the world. Come to think of it, Mike King was no less brave. This story really gives one pause. Just how brave and compassionate are we, as individuals, when it really matters?

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 23, 2016:

thank you Deb Hirt for stopping by...:)

Deb Hirt on June 21, 2016:

That was quite a story, which I'm certain resounds true on more than one occasion. Fabulous work.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 19, 2016:

Thank you Faith.. hope the fathers in your life enjoyed their day...:)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 19, 2016:

thank you so much Cam, Flourish, and Genna East bless you guys

Faith Reaper from southern USA on June 19, 2016:

Happy Father's Day, Frank. I hope you had a special one.

I thought I'd pop in to share this one for another round.

Blessings

Genna East from Massachusetts, USA on June 19, 2016:

Stunningly beautiful and inspirational, Mike. This was the perfect way to being my Sunday. Thank you! :-)

FlourishAnyway from USA on June 19, 2016:

Oh, Frank, this was amazing, and I can imagine my husband's elderly aunt, a nun, having such a conversation. She sees hope where there is none.

Chris Mills from Traverse City, MI on June 18, 2016:

Frank, you nailed the despair of the youth and the bravery of the woman. This felt very authentic, realistic. I liked the ending. It wasn't a complete transformation which would have seemed contrived, but a work in progress, the way it would really happen. Well done.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 18, 2016:

Missy and Nell thank you for commenting on my King flash.. bless you guys

Missy Smith from Florida on June 16, 2016:

So inspiring. Yes, he does provide even when you don't think he does. He provided the Sister to come into his life in order for him to see that. Everything he had gone through in life led him to a person that would help him see the truth. I loved it!

Nell Rose from England on June 16, 2016:

Wonderful! loved the way you kept us guessing which way it was going to go! great story!

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 16, 2016:

thank you Parrster for visiting :)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 16, 2016:

Thank you so much for stopping by Audrey :)

Audrey Howitt from California on June 15, 2016:

Beautifully done Frank! Love the pacing of this!

Richard Parr from Australia on June 14, 2016:

Good writing, piercing the heart as it delves deep into the subject of humnaities greatest need.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 14, 2016:

Dana Tate thanks for visiting my flash..:)

Dana Tate from LOS ANGELES on June 14, 2016:

I don't think I need to tell you this one spoke to me in a mighty way. I pray this will be a continued series with the sister showing God's loving mercy and grace.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 14, 2016:

Thanks so much pstraubie and Billybuc..

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on June 14, 2016:

Frank, that was a pure pleasure to read. The flow was perfect; the scene set exquisite. Well done, buddy!

Patricia Scott from North Central Florida on June 14, 2016:

No words to add, Frank. A message many long to hear and wish to take to heart.

Angels are finding their way to you this morning ps

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 14, 2016:

hey thanks Jodah for stopping by :)

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on June 14, 2016:

This was great, Frank. Very different for you, and a happy ending..well at least for now.. Well done.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 14, 2016:

thanks Clive

Clive Williams from Jamaica on June 13, 2016:

This is a very good piece. Blessings Bro

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 13, 2016:

Thank you so much Always Exploring, Mckbirdbks, Manatita, Shyron Shenko, Always Faithful Faith Reaper, Junko, for reading King.. God Bless you guys :)

junko on June 13, 2016:

God loves you and the God in me love you too, you can see it in my eyes , the caring. Many who have never been loved don't know love of God or Man. Just to experience and feel somebody they can see really care about me. That can be a spiritual awakening and good time to be introduced to God. Write on my friend.

Shyron E Shenko from Texas on June 13, 2016:

Frank, I am touched by this. I could feel Sister Keller's strength and I could feel King giving in.

Beautiful.

Blessings always

Faith Reaper from southern USA on June 13, 2016:

Oh, my goodness, dear Frank, you knocked this one out of the park! I knew just by reading the intriguing title this one was bound to be amazing.

This one brought the tears for me too. God bless Sister Keller. She certainly knows when God is on our side, then we have no reason to fear what man can do to us ...as well as knowing no one is too far gone for the Lord God to save!

This one is my new favorite flash of yours ... Well, maybe even of all time.

God bless you too, dear Frank, for writing such a powerful piece here.

Sharing everywhere, of course.

manatita44 from london on June 13, 2016:

A real risk-taker, this Sister, but a great conversation and remarkable redemption. Different, but 'cool.'

mckbirdbks from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on June 13, 2016:

Hello Frank. You certainly know how to direct a scene. I could feel the coolness of the dim kitchen and the calmness in the Sister and the despair in Mike King.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on June 13, 2016:

This is so beautiful, I'm sitting here crying as I type my comment. There are so many Mike's out there with high mountains to climb. Sometimes it only takes a kind word to turn their world around. Another flash fiction with your touch throughout....