Clash of the Worlds: In the Face of Danger
Continued from Peace in the Midst of Storms
More Than Can Be Imagined
D.L. Whitcombe returned home from work a little earlier than usual, this being a Friday evening, shortly after 9:00 pm. Weary after a long day at his bookstore/cafe, he went straight up to his bedroom. His wife, Sarah, was there in that large master bedroom doing some knitting. The radio, tuned to her favorite station, playing gentle, uplifting music of the faith they enjoy hearing.
"You're still up, Dear?" he asked his wife, giving her a kiss.
"It's just after nine," she responded. "You're home early. Ian's locking up, I presume."
"Yes, since I had opened up this morning. It's been a long day." After a brief pause, he recognized that his wife was knitting, nevertheless he still asked, "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" she said holding up the piece she was working on.
"You're knitting?" D.L. asked surprised. "You haven't done any knitting since you were expecting Jessi. You're not..."
"I don't think so," she interrupted, chuckling. "But actually, won't you like to have another child, a sister for Jessi?"
"Or a brother," D.L. reminded that if they did have another child, he would like to have a son. "Well..."
"No, I'm not pregnant. But I just had to start this hobby again, lest I get out of practice. I haven't done any knitting in a long time. And who knows, it just might be...."
"I don't know," her husband interrupted. "You know what trouble we've had with the first two pregnancies," he said, remembering that their first two attempts at having a baby were miscarried. "We were wondering if we should try a third time."
"Aren't you glad we did," Sarah Whitcombe beamed, realizing the precious daughter they now have in Jessi.
"Yes I am," her husband chimed. "Our little bundle joy. Our miracle child, in more ways than one."
"And only Elohim knows one of our lost babies just may be a son."
"Yes, and they're in the best of hands now. I can't wait to see them on that grand reunion day."
Saddened by the loss of their first attempt at having a baby, their second attempt was even more devastating to the point of not wanting to try a third time. As with the first loss so with the second, they took some mourning time away from everything to consider Elohim's will and His way in it all. Did He want them to have a baby? They were willing to accept His will whatever it was to be.
A few years later then, after considerable prayer and a searching of the Word they did indeed decide to try a third time when their "little bundle of joy" was born in their Jessi. Through it all their faith grew, having been so blessed with such a great blessing; the way Elohim works, always, more than His people can ever ask or imagine.
Another of Grammy’s Bible Reading Adventures
Young Timothy and Jessi were perched in their favorite position ready for another one of Grammy's Bible reading times. Jessi's mind imagined another adventure as Grammy began her story.
The children observed as young Mary approached Elizabeth, having journeyed from the north to the hill country, to a city in Judah. Mary had come to visit her cousin Elizabeth for a while, who was with a child even in her old age. Yet, it was what Elohim had promised to her and Zacharias, her husband.
Mary, too, though just a youth, a teenager, was also with child, yet not having known a man. Mary's pregnancy was of Elohim Himself, the child in her having been conceived of the Holy Spirit, the third person of the All-mighty Three-in-One. Again, as what Elohim had promised would be, His gift for all humanity – a gift for the reconciliation of the human race back to Himself.
"Look," Jessi said to Timothy, "What's happening here?"
"Let's listen," Timothy responded, as Mary was about to greet her cousin.
Elizabeth placed her own hand on her abdomen feeling her baby's presence. She spoke to Mary, "Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb." Blessed is all mankind upon whom Elohim bestows His grace so magnificently, nothing to be compared to. "When the sound of your greeting reached my ears," Elizabeth continued to Mary, "My baby leaped in my womb for joy."
Perhaps then even in Elizabeth's womb, that baby knew what his special mission from Elohim was to be: as one "crying in the wilderness preparing the way of the Lord." As that is what the prophet had written, and assuredly what was then said is for all mankind. "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born, I (the Lord) have set you apart for a special purpose."
("In conception, there is no mistake or accident, no matter how conceived, as Elohim had it all planned out from the very beginning," Grammy interjected.)
A Curious/Mysterious Phone Call
"But what about now?" Sarah Whitcombe continued sharing with her husband about the possibility of having another baby. "We still could adopt a child, a son. I've been thinking about that more lately, and you would like a son."
"Yes, and we would like to build that bed and breakfast inn, too."
"We can still do that," Sarah said as she began sharing her dream. "Make it our new home. Raise a second child – a son – perhaps adopted," she said, being sure to emphasize son.
"We can call the inn 'Grammy's Country Inn,' as a memorial to Grammy O'Brien. We still have her wingback chair and ottoman. We can set up a corner in the inn for 'Grammy's Bible Reading Time.' We can also locate another bookstore there as well...."
"Wow! Hold on now. How long have you been dreaming all this?" her husband asked.
"Oh, it's been on my heart for awhile. It just may be from the Lord. Such a business would be a good way to witness for Him – Elohim – don't you think, in building relationships..."
Then, kneeling down beside his wife, D.L. said, "I think it's a wonderful idea," he then gave her a big hug and a kiss. "I love you. Let's talk all about it more with our Heavenly Father and our Jessi. His wife nodded in agreement. "Speaking of whom," D.L. continued, "Is she home?"
"Not yet. Thomas-John picked her up at the Blueline station after work, and they went straight to the hospital to visit with Mr. Nicholas. Hmm," Sarah paused, noticing the time, " I should think they should be on their way home now. It's past visiting hours," she concluded at the ringing of the telephone.
"Hello," spoke D.L. picking up the phone.
"Is this the home of Jessica Lynne Whitcombe?" a muffled male voice spoke slowly.
"Ah-h, ye-e-es, it is," D.L. responded a little cautiously. "Who is...."? Before he could finish his question, however, the caller hung up. "Hmm," D.L. wondered.
"Who was that?" Sarah asked.
"I don't know. He simply asked in a suspecting tone if this was the home of Jessica Lynne Whitcombe and hung up."
An unsettling feeling suddenly disturbed them both because of that strange call, moving them to pray fervently on behalf of their daughter.
It was a quiet ride on their way home from the hospital after Jessi shared with Thomas-John her visit with Mr. Nicholas and his passing. There was the thought of dining after the visit. Considering the events of the evening, however, Jessi decided it would be better to go straight home; Thomas-John cordially agreed.
Within a mile of Jessi's home, they met a stranger yet whose face was strangely familiar. He had stepped in front of their car, they had come to a stop at a traffic light. "Thomas-John, look out!" Jessi screamed as Thomas-John started to go on the green light.
"Where did he come from?" Thomas-John yelled, quickly stepping on the brakes. The man refused to move, there is little traffic at that hour of the night. Thomas-John honked the car horn to try to get the man to move out of the way. Yet, he simply refused to move.
Finally, Thomas-John got out of the car, instructing Jessi, "Whatever happens you stay here, Jessi, with the doors locked." Jessi nodded. Then walking around to the front of the car, he now fully recognized that man.
"You're him," Thomas-John exclaimed. "You with your partner had stolen my girl's car."
"That's right kid," the man said. "Now, my partner being no longer here, I've come back for my real prize, her," he pointed toward Jessi.
"You can't have her, and she doesn't want you," Thomas-John demanded.
"You had better get out of here, and leave us alone because I'm calling the police right now." Thomas-John threatened, dialing his cell phone.
The man lunged toward Thomas-John, in an attempt to grab the phone. Thomas-John pulled back. The man, continuing his move forward, grabbed Thomas-John, knocked him to the ground with a hard blow to the face.
"Thomas-John!" Jessi screamed. Caring so much for him, Jessi got out of the car, despite Thomas-John's instructions to her, to see how he was.
The man quickly grabbed Jessi at her wrist. "You're coming with me, Sweetie," he said.
"No, I'm not," Jessi shouted. "Let go of me." She pulled and pulled, but his grip was just too tight. Although she continued struggling to get free of his grasp, he was simply too strong for her. Pulling her along with him through an empty field, soon to be turned into a ballpark, he continued demanding, "You are coming with me!"
Thomas-John, scrambling to his feet ran after them, not caring whether or not that man would go free, at the moment his concern was to get Jessi free of him.
Continuing her struggle, Jessi then demanded, "Sir, you can't have me. In the name of Jesus, my Lord and my Savior, and my Protector let go of me."
Suddenly, at that very moment, the man's hand simply slipped from its grasp around Jessi's wrist. Thomas-John had now joined her, embracing her. The man, not knowing what was happening, tried to grab her again, but some strange "force" prevented him, knocking him to the ground.
Jessi and Thomas-John were astonished too. What seemed to appear before them was an image of one in white apparel, stepping in between that man and Jessi and Thomas-John.
Then, other images also in shining white apparel, joined that one, encircling Thomas-John and Jessi. Their outstretched arms touched each other at the fingertips, forming a protective barrier. Yet, their attacker tried, again and again, to get to them. Unable to do anything then, he gave up at least for the time being, running from there as fast as he could. Momentarily stopping, he turned and shouted, "You haven't seen the last of me. I'll get you yet. I'll have your soul," he said gruffly.
Jessi gasped, recalling the similar occasion when she heard that same expression at another time, in another place.
Thomas-John stood there for a moment, holding Jessi in his arms, both heavily breathing. What just happened? They both entertained the thought, yet neither saying a word. They were astonished, just glad to be free of that man. Shortly, they walked back to the car, arms around one another. "Did you get to call the police?" Jessi asked.
"No. He came toward me too fast and knocked the phone from my hand. I wonder what's going to be his next move?"
"I don't care to know," Jessi said. "We got to let the police know that he's back in town."
"Yes, we can call the police at your house."
When Enemies Attack
D.L. and Sarah welcomed Thomas-John and their daughter home with open arms and grateful appreciation to Elohim for keeping them both safe. By their scruffy appearance, however, they recognized they must have been in some struggle.
"Oh, Mother, Father," Jessi cried, hugging them both. "What's happening to me?"
"To us," D.L. assured. "We're all in this together. You're not alone, Darling."
"But Daddy, I'm not just talking about what happened this evening, meeting that man again, but other happenings as well, at work and that bothering old man on the train…."
Hearing that, Thomas-John interrupted, pausing momentarily his call to the police, "What old man? You never told me about that. Anybody lays a hand on you, they'll have to answer to me...."
"Oh, Thomas-John, your so sweet and protective," Jessi said. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about that incident, but as you can see I'm safe. When you're not around, Elohim is. He is with me and us all the time. He kept us both safe tonight, didn't He, amazingly so."
Thomas-John nodded, "Just the same, I also love being able to protect you. I'll do it with my life if I have to," He said, then continuing his call to the police.
Jessi smiled, recalling that one had given his life for her so many years ago, both physically and spiritually.
"But Daddy, Mother," Jessi said, solemnly, now seating herself on the sofa, upon entering the living room; her parents sat next to her, "These are certainly troubling times for me, I can't quite understand it," she turned toward her mother than her dad.
"Yet could it be because of my witness for Jesus? But that's what we're supposed to do isn't it?" Her mother nodded. "It hurts me so much. I knowing the Truth, and others don't seem to care about their eternal destiny. Seemingly, they're simply satisfied with the things of this temporal world. But, oh, what joy they're missing not experiencing that real life," Jessi concluded, head bowed. She then looked up at her mother's touch on her shoulder.
"Yes," her mother said. "You are faithful in your witnessing, as I have often observed. Even when you don't say anything, your life is a witness. Continue to let your light so shine. Don't give up."
"Nor be discouraged," D.L. added, reminding them all, Thomas-John now joining them, having finished is call to the police, of what Elohim's Word says, "…be truly glad! There is wonderful joy ahead for you, my darling daughter, and you Thomas-John, even though it is necessary for you to endure many trials in this life for a while. These trials are only to test your faith, to show that it is strong and pure."
"Thanks, Daddy, for that reminder," Jessi said appreciatively, giving her dad a hug.
Her mother added, "And remember also that passage from the Word you told us about..."
"Yes, Mother, I've practically memorized it, 'The Lord is my light and salvation – whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life – of whom shall I be afraid? When evil men advance against me to devour my flesh when my enemies and my foes attack me, they will stumble and fall...' Hmm," Jessi paused, "That really hit me just now. Astonishingly so, that's just what seemed to happened tonight, isn't it Thomas-John?"
That evil one aspiring a hateful glare grimaced at the hearing Elohim's Word quoted, knowing that His Word is the most destructive weapon that can spell his demise and foil his purposes. His objective, therefore, is to keep those "righteous" ones from the use of such – prayer and the Elohim's Word – to keep them bowed to their earthly idols, rather than to the Author of real life.
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