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Clash of the Worlds: Chapter Twenty-Seven


Continued from The Arrival Home

Jessi Comforts One Downcast

Jessi entered the cafe of her dad's mall-based bookstore. A bright, cheery coffee shop, no big meals here, just coffee and teas, flavored, cappuccino, etc., some pastries and a soup of the day. Being adjacent to the bookstore, gentle inspiring music is piped through ceiling speakers, providing a place in that mall where people can meet in a calm, wholesome atmosphere.

Looking about Jessi noticed a girl sitting alone, an attractive girl with short brown hair, yet as Jessi observed, looking a bit downcast, distressed, and depressed.

"May I join you?" Jessi asked, approaching the girl's table, perhaps that she could be of some comfort, as was her custom when coming here whether she herself dines or not.

The girl, looking up into Jessi's face, with wet eyes, responded, "Well, go ahead, but I probably won't be much company."

"Let me be the judge of that," Jessi said, sitting down. "I'm Jessi. What's your name?"

"I gave you permission to sit here, not inquire about me," the girl said.

"I'm so sorry," Jessi said, "But you look like someone in need of comforting. I know we've never met, but this being my dad's store I come here often for some refreshment myself at times, with the thought that maybe I can refresh another."

"My name is Penny," the girl finally said, looking up wiping her eyes, perhaps hearing that she's in Jessi's dad's store perked her attention. "But I don't think you can really be of any comfort," she added.

The two sat quietly for a moment. Jessi eyed about noticing others in the café. Then Penny staring into Jessi's eyes got her attention.

"What is it?" Jessi asked.

"My boyfriend talked me into going further in our relationship," she said. "But then when I discovered I conceived he talked me into having an abortion. After that, he broke our relationship. And now I'm sorry I did, have the abortion that is, not our relationship; our break up was a good thing for both of us." Then she wailed, her head falling to the table into her arms. "But I'll never see my baby; I don't even know if it was a boy or girl."

Jessi too now saddened, she prayed in her heart, seeking Elohim's guidance what to share with Penny.

"Aw, Penny, I'm so sorry," Jessi softy said after a moment's pause, then placing her hand on Penny's, "Look here."

Penny looked up, wiping her wet eyes.

"What you have done, in aborting your baby, was wrong. I sense you realize that. It was wrong in Elohim's eyes, too."

"I guess he's angry with me," Penny said.

"He may be," Jessi answered, "as I sense you're angry with yourself."

"Very," responded Penny.

"But you know, Penny, Elohim still loves you and is eager to forgive you and take you in as his child."

"But I want to see my child—my baby—and ask his (ah, well, maybe her) forgiveness for not giving he (or she) a chance to be born, to see the light of day."

A brief pause, Jessi bowing her head, then looking again into Penny's eyes, "You know, I think your baby has forgiven you and can't wait to see you and tell you so."

"Tell me so?" Penny questioned. "How can that be?"

"Do you know where your baby is?"

"In a hole in the ground, I guess, somewhere," Penny sobs again.

Standing up Jessi walks around to Penny's side of the table. Placing her arms around Penny, Jessi shares, "No, Penny, your baby's physical body may be, but his (or her) soul—real being—is in the presence of Elohim, in the arms of Jesus. And just possibly crying out—praying for you to come to Jesus."

"How is the possible?" Penny asked, "for me to come to Jesus?"

"Talk to Elohim, and ask his forgiveness. Tell Elohim you're sorry for what you have done, and all your wrongs, that you are not capable of doing anything good. And then ask Jesus to come into your life as your Savior and Lord."

"I don't understand it," Penny said, "but if you say that's what I should do I'll give it a try."

"You'll see," Jessi said with a broad smile. There in her dad's bookstore café, the two girls bowed in prayer.

Refreshment and Observation

Across town in the lobby of Two World's Sports Center, enjoying some refreshment, Thomas-John opened that little, tract size book I Saw Two Worlds, and began sharing with Alex, emphasizing, "This is what the Bible is all about."

Alex, gulping down some lemonade and a few of those tiny ham and cheese sandwiches on rye, seemed to be ready to listen and observe. (Yet, that evil one aspiring a hateful glare was there too, infiltrating Alex's mind, even as Thomas-John spoke, with thoughts to the contrary.)

As Thomas-John shared with Alex, a memory of his grandmother sharing with him about the Bible ran afresh through Thomas-John's mind.

Thomas-John Recalls a Childhood Joy

Five-year-old Thomas-John Melleson positioned himself on the floor in front of his grandmother Winnie, "Grandmom," as he called her. He readied himself to learn from her of the Bible, always a favorite time for him when visiting his grandmom—she in her rocking chair, well-read opened Bible on her lap.

"Are you ready, T.J.?" Grandmom Winnie asked, (T.J. being her nickname for her grandson).

"Yes, Grandmom," T.J. answered, brightly smiling, squarely looking in his grandmother's face, she straightens up, rocking her chair and settling more forward.

"From the first book in the Bible—Genesis—we read how everything came to be," Grandmom said. "Before there was anything…"

"Anything, Grandmom," T.J. interrupted, "anything at all."

"Nothing," Grandmom said, "nothing at all, except Elohim. Before there was anything, there was Elohom—the Almighty Three-in-one Elohim—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Then he spoke and something happened, waters, formless, empty, and darkness covered it all. Elohim's Spirit moved over the whole mass…"

"Chirp, chirp," sounds Buddy from its cage, Grandmom's pet canary.

Grandmom and T.J. glance momentarily toward the bird. "Yes, Buddy," says Grandmom, "You're one of Elohim's creatures, too." Then, turning back to her grandson, saying, "Ah, T.J., you know, I think, the movement of Elohim's Spirit over the whole mass must have been like how a mother bird cares for and protects its young. (See Deuteronomy 32:11, 12 and Isaiah 31:5.)

"Young T.J. glances again toward the bird and then turned back to his grandmom.

"Elohim spoke again," Grandmom continued, "and a light shone over the whole mass. Elohim saw that it was good."

The light is called Day, right Grandmom?" T.J. asked, "and the darkness is Night?"

"That's exactly it, my boy, and that's the first day. And do you remember what comes next?"

"Elohim made space," T.J. answered bright-eyed.

"Correct," Grandmom answered. "And it separated the water. The waters above the space Elohim called ‘sky,' and below the space…" Grandmom paused for her grandson to answer.

Getting the hint, T.J. then answered, "It's called earth. And that's day two."

"And then Elohim caused the waters beneath the sky to flow together, forming all the seas. That happened that the dry ground could appear."

"And it did, so we have a world of land and sea," spoke T.J. amazing his Grandmom.

"And what does Elohim think of it so far? Grandmom asked.

"Elohim said it's good," T.J. answered. "And up from the ground comes plants and grass and trees."

"And vegetables and fruits," Grandmom continued, "and that's day three. What did Elohim think of day three?"

"It was good," T.J. answered.

"Then comes day four, and we look above that space into the sky. What do we see?" Grandmom asks.

"Lights," T.J. answers.

"Two large lights and several small lights," Grandmom continues. "And that too Elohim sees that it is good."

A Distracted Interest

"And so, Alex, there you have it, a synopsis of it all," Thomas-John said, finishing his explanation. The full details, of course, are found in the Bible, the authoritative Word of Elohim, the one true God, there is no other. What do you think?"

Momentarily quiet, perhaps contemplating all that was shared with him, and then Alex spoke, "Ah, man," apparently trying to change the subject, looking about and around the place, "what does it cost to join this Sports Center? I'm interested."

"But Alex, what about your soul?" Thomas-John urged. "Where will you spend eternity when you depart this physical life? This Sports Center is temporary, as is the physical world of mankind; they will both perish with the end of time. But you, your innermost immortal being, will continue on forever. Your temporal ambitions will come to naught as well, even your financial wealth...."

"That's it," Alex suddenly snapped, "I have no financial wealth; it has already ‘come to naught'. I've just a mere pittance anymore. For that reason, I probably couldn't afford to join this place anyway. I have to hang on to my stupid job now, probably forever. No retirement for me. No life of leisure. It's 'blood, sweat and tears' the rest of my life." Alex then stormed out of that Sports Center, yet for some reason, perhaps sub-consciously, snatching that Two Worlds tract from Thomas-John's hand. Others in that building watched as Alex fled. (That evil one aspiring a hateful glare also watched with glee, and then escorted him out of the building, into the outer darkness.)

Thomas-John sat there momentarily, head bowed, others soon joining him, including the little leaguers having finished their practice—they all joined in prayer to Elohim for this lost one, and others as well. (Up above, Alex's dad watched in the presence of Jesus, praying also for his son, grateful for this moment at this crossroad in Alex's life.)

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© 2018 Charles O Newcombe

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