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Pinpoint Analysis - Part 20



This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

From Part 19

A bloodied Les looked in the mirror. They attacked me! There were hundreds of them - Abaddon's evil ones!"

"Les, we need to go back to the hospital. We have to get you taken care of."

Deb left for the car. Les was close behind.

The night shift physician at the ER took one look at Les. The doctor asked the wrong question. "Do you know how this happened, Mr. Griffin?" Les began spewing out his story of Abaddon and his underwater prison cell. The doctor looked at Deb.

"Mrs. Griffin, may I talk to you privately?" Deb knew she'd have some explaining to do.

"Okay, Mrs. Griffin. I can honestly say I've had no experience with electromagnetic poisoning. I'll need to get in touch with your family doctor to learn more, but I can be relatively sure of one thing. Your husband's face wasn't ripped off by the devil. We'll get your husband's wound taken care of while we wait for your family physician."

Within minutes, Doctor Westkopf arrived at the ER. He took one look at Les, then another at Deb. "This is the effect of the electromagnetism, Deb. Les is in for a very long and bumpy ride. He's going to need you now more than ever."

Without thinking, Deb muttered, "I'm ready for the storm."

Ready for the Storm?

Ready for the Storm?

Les slept most of the way home. Deb's nerves were on edge. She was struggling with the fact that she knew things would never be the same again and that things would only worsen over time. She had become a prisoner of Les's making knowing he could never be left alone, knowing she was placed in a position of constant care for Les, knowing there would be no rest for her. She doubted she was really ready for the storm. Brave talk was one thing. Living brave was quite another. Fear hit hard.

She knew she would have to call Susan to tell her Les wouldn't be at work again. Perhaps he would never return. So little was known about his disease, but enough was known to be able to say he could not reason logically. He probably would never work again - anywhere. She wasn't willing to give Susan all the details. She would play it day to day.

While Les was sleeping, Deb decided to go shopping. At least, for a few hours, she would be able to forget her problems. First, she lost her daughter. Now she had lost her husband. She justified her escape. It would only be a short time, and Les was sleeping.


Les tossed and turned. He heard a voice. "Daddy, it's me - Trista. I can only talk for a few minutes."

Les was surprised to hear Trista's voice. "Where are you, Honey? I'll be right there."

"Daddy, just listen. I don't have time for questions right now. I know Abaddon has met with you. Daddy, please be strong. I need you to find about this Jesus they talk about here. They say if you find him, Abaddon can't hurt you. It's too late for me, but not for you. Please, Daddy. Follow through with this, for both you and Mom. I love you ver . . . " Her voice trailed off.

Les woke to an empty house. He read the note on the dining room table. "Went shopping. Will be back soon. Love you."

"Great!" Les thought. "I have some time to contact Cartwright." He dialed the number.

"Cartwright, Dr. Griffin here. I desperately need to talk to you. Can you meet me at my office in, say, about a half hour?"

Les ran to the garage and was off to the research center. The door buzzer buzzed as Les entered through the double glass doors notifying Susan that someone had entered the building.

"Boss, what are you doing here. Mrs. G. said you weren't feeling well and wouldn't be in today. Feeling better?"

"Oh, I feel fine, Susan. Listen, I have a meeting with Cartwright in just a few minutes. Show him to my office when he arrives."

Les had only been at the office less than two minutes when Cartwright arrived. He could hear footsteps coming down the hall.

"Hello, Cartwright. It's good to see you. Have a seat. Without giving an explanation, Les dove in. "Cartwright, tell me about your Jesus. I want to know all there is to know. Get me up to speed."

Cartwright sat delighted, yet puzzled over Les's query.


Cartwright had one question. "Doctor, I'll be glad to get you up to speed, as you say, but why now? Why are you interested in spiritual things now?"

Les was hesitant to tell him but figured honesty was the best policy, especially if he wanted honest answers. He began, "I met the devil face to face. It was terrifying. My daughter came to me from the underworld. She told me it was imperative that I find out about this one they call Jesus. They talk about him down there. She says he's the only hope I have. So, what's the deal?"

Cartwright took a moment to evaluate the situation and to whisper a prayer. "Sir, she's right. He is the only hope. The story of Jesus is full of detail - detail that would take years to explain, but let me sum it up for you.

"God created us as humans. He is not. As humans we make mistakes. We fail. We have a tendency toward evil, toward wrong. God is not like that at all. He is perfect in every way. He is not of our corrupt substance. He wanted so very badly to have a relationship with us, but it was impossible because we chose to disobey Him. We willingly in one way or another said, 'we don't want you, God.' Our sin, our wickedness came with a cost - eternal separation from God's presence. There are only two possibilities in the afterlife. Heaven - but we can't go there because of our rejection of God. The only other possibility is the place you visited - hell.

"We have all gone far from God. The only way He could make a way for us to be brought back to Him was to become a human. This He did in the person of this Jesus you ask about. God took on human flesh so He could pay the price of His creation's rebellion. Jesus died on a Roman cross, shed His blood for your sins, for your wickedness. He resurrected after three days pronouncing the final victory over sin and death.

"Salvation from a horrid afterlife is as simple as claiming Jesus as your own. God tells us in the Bible that we are to repent. That means we are to have a change of mind - a change of mind about our sin. We must recognize that sin is wrong and harmful and offensive to a holy God. A change of mind about ourselves. There is nothing we can do to save ourselves from the destruction that awaits those who reject Jesus. A change of mind about the Saviour. Jesus, and Jesus alone, has the power to save us from an eternity of suffering."

Les thought carefully. "So Jesus is God. I cannot have a relationship with Him because His standard is too high. I cannot live up to His standard, and He cannot accept my standard and remain God. How am I doing so far, Cartwright?"

"Keep going."

"So He became a person just like you and me, yet He fully kept His standard. He was punished in my place to pay the price of my sin, my wrongdoing, and if I but take Him at His word, He will forgive my sin and set me in a right standing with God.

"I'll never be perfect in this life. I can't live up to His standard no matter how hard I try. It's useless. I'll meet Abaddon again."

"Doctor, you're absolutely right. You can't live up to God's standards. That's why Jesus came. He took your punishment for your wayward actions. The price for your disobedience has been paid in full.

"Look, Doctor. Suppose you received a speeding ticket." Les thought back to his drive to work. He had to suddenly jam on the brakes as he noticed a police car pulled to the side of the highway.

Cartwright continued. "The police officer gives you a choice. You can pay the ticket and be set free of the penalty or you can choose to disregard the ticket and be sentenced. Let's say you have good intentions. You just don't have the money to pay for the ticket. You go before the judge and plead your case. but justice must be served. You were wrong, and there is a price to pay. Not having the money, the judge sentences you to spend some time in the county jail. It's the only way justice can be served.

"From the back of the courtroom, a stranger stands up, and out of love and pity for you, says to the judge, 'I'll pay his fine. Set him free.' The Stranger, one you do not know offers to pay your penalty although he himself did nothing wrong. Yet you, who are wrong are set free. The penalty has been paid.

"Do you get it, Doctor? Jesus is the stranger. He paid the price of eternal life for you by dying in your place and rising victorious over the grave. All He asks is that you choose to follow Him. He is now your friend, your advocate, but it is a choice only you can make. Doctor, what will you choose?"

"I've never in my life heard a story as unbelievable as this, and yet I believe. I choose to take Jesus as my own. I choose to allow Him to fight this battle."

Cartwright looked at Les. A smile was forming on his lips and a tear was forming in his eye.

Les choked. "I'm ready for the storm."

Cartwright nodded.

© 2019 William Kovacic

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