“I want that.”

Julie snatched the doll from Sarah.

“You can play with her for a while,” said Sarah, her eyes filling with tears, “but I do want her back please.”

“No. Won’t. She’s mine now.”

Julie stamped her foot hard on the floor.

Sarah found some of the children at school so different to the friends she had at home and at church. Julie had already taken many of Sarah’s dearly loved toys and she could see no way of getting Betty, her darling doll back.

Her Mum would definitely notice if Betty went missing.

Sarah always tried to tell the truth. Sometimes it was really tempting to pop out a small variation on what was right, but when asked directly about Betty, Sarah revealed the whole sad story. Once she began, it was hard to stop, until eventually she had told everything.

“Oh Sarah you silly girl. Why haven’t you said anything?”

Liz was upset, she could feel the hurt Sarah had suffered since starting school.

Two older girls had been tormenting Sarah. They had taken school books and hid them, they broke her pencils and now they were taking her toys. Flopsy the rag doll, Bootie the fluffy poodle and now her beloved Betty.

Sarah had quietly asked Jesus to help her several times and now she said a silent,

“Thank you Jesus for helping me. Amen.”

A wave of relief washed over her and she knew everything would be alright. She now understood what the teacher at Sunday School had told them about having a powerful friend in Jesus. He would never let you down.

She was totally convinced, and she trusted Jesus from that point, for the rest of her life.

Even though she was a child Sarah knew she was a changed person. Her attitude, manner and her whole approach to life became caring, positive and confident. Her fears disappeared, including the one at night when shadows Criss-crossed her ceiling and walls like monsters. She could look at them now and smile, knowing she was safe in Jesus arms.

Betty, Flopsy and Bootie nestled beside her in a companionable way, and for many years they were a silent audience while she prayed.

Growing in stature and in faith, Sarah became well known around the neighbourhood as the little girl for lost causes. A famine, a drought and earthquake, a flood, in fact any appeal, and Sarah would burst into energetic action employing all her skills and initiative, trying to raise money for the needy.

Sarah wanted to help everyone. She tried to share her belief in Jesus with her Dad, but she sensed him drawing away from her each time she spoke about Him. This troubled and saddened her because he also made it very clear how much he resented the Lord’s Day.

Simon made her feel anxious too. He stopped going to church with them when he was thirteen. She recalled asking him why he didn’t go any more, he sneered at her and then said he had better things to do.

If he saw her collecting for one of her causes he would torment her, shouting after her,

“Little Miss Goody Goody Jesus!”

He would pretend to put two fingers down his throat and wretch noisily to add weight to his unpleasant words. She would cringe, not recognising the older brother she loved.

Sarah had been writing poetry for a number of years. She found it helped her to pour out the joy and wonder of her faith. She did it for God’s glory. A written tribute.

Only after Simon’s accident and conversion, did she begin to show them, and also write them, for other people.

Many came to know Jesus through her poems and testimony.


“Liz! What handsome young men the twins have become.” Simon smiled politely, then,

“Stupid old trout.”

He said this as he turned to walk away, loud enough for her to hear.

Looking back over his shoulder to see the reaction of his Mother and her friend, Simon then moved purposefully towards the town centre where he knew he would find more acceptable company. They would all have a good laugh when Simon described the ‘wrinklies’ reaction to his rudeness.

There was strong resentment inside Simon. He hated his parents, in fact he hated the whole family except for Con and Lil, they were “cool”, even though they were ‘ancients’. His Mother was brainwashed by religion and she had tried to do the same to her kids. Pete and Sarah were pathetic and weak but he fought against it, and one day he would show them what stupid sheep they were.

Dad was little better, at least he didn’t pretend to be good all the time. Simon had contempt for his Dads weakness. He was pathetic. Running to work every time there was a problem, or going down to the boozer’ taking liquid consolation for his failure and apathy. They all represented the establishment in one way or another. The establishment didn’t approve of free thinkers like Simon and his friends. The lot of them were terrified, scared because they couldn’t understand the principles ‘the gang’ violently upheld.

As a group they had made their own Ten Commandments. Simon had thought of this and was very proud of himself. Each member had a written copy for reference;-

1.Self and group come first.

2. Go out and get what you want.

3.Never take no from anyone. If you want something, get it.

4.If something or someone is in your way trample it down.

5.Don’t pay for anything.

6 .In action or speech do one thing each day to “stuff’ the establishment.

7.Any weakness is to be trampled on.

8.Women are there for pleasure and to make life easier.

9.Working for a wage is prohibited.

10. If you can get away with it, do it.

They all swore over their blood to uphold these laws.(The blood flowed from a Y shaped cut on the back of their hand.)

The group had a meeting place in an empty warehouse by the canal. This was where they ‘stashed’ their trophies and stolen goods. They even had a green Porche, stolen from an establishment ‘reptile’, for their use. The car was never taken out onto the streets, they performed ‘dare-devil’ stunts within the large area they called ‘home’. Often the stunts were dangerous, and Simon ‘lived’ for the flow of adrenaline and drug induced ‘high’, their execution caused.

Having met with two of the group on High Street, Simon swaggered along beside them, hands thrust into his pockets and a defiant glare in his eyes.

When people didn’t step aside they barged into them. Their progress was marked by angry shouts and gestures from the crowd.

Most of this was ignored. Occasionally one of them would lunge at an attractive girl or woman, attempting to grasp intimate parts of their body.

Simon recalled one time when the girl had hit back with a substantial right fist and swift shoe to the groin. (He was not proud of the memory of what happened next, because he stood by, and even joined in at one point.) Vince the recipient of the response was angry, insanely seething, and, when slightly recovered he turned to run after the girl. She was totally unprepared for the attack from behind. Her knees buckled as the fist made contact with her middle back. They bound  her so she couldn’t scream. The street was empty apart from a couple who went round the corner without realising what had happened behind them.

Vince was elated. Here was the ‘vicious bitch’ who had dared to turn on him. “You’re gonna get yours, bitch! Come on lads lets’ get her ‘home’ then we can have some fun.”

They all grabbed her and although she struggled the strong arms of the five young men firmly ‘frog-marched’ her back down the deserted pavement. Simon watched her face, enjoying her obvious fear. He could taste it, he could smell it. His lips curled and sweat formed on his forehead as he anticipated the pleasure ahead.

It was years later when he wondered, in genuine concern, what had happened to the quivering wreck of tortured flesh they eventually tossed away like rubbish. Did she ever recover? Could she ever recover from the violent defiling, abuse and degradation?

There was a small report in a newspaper. Simon remembered how smug he felt. The ‘pigs’ wouldn’t catch them. Simon felt evil and it was great!

He wanted more, and was desperate to get into the inner sanctum of Chad Alex and Mel. They sometimes came to the warehouse. They were really evil.

He sneered when he thought about Pete in those days. What did ‘Pete the pathetic’ know about life? He hated Pete. He wished he could tell him about the girl, all the gruesome details, and watch his horrified face.

Simon and Paul were arrested for shoplifting. Simon’s criminal career was well developed, although he had escaped official police notice, because of this he was given an official caution from the Inspector. Paul had already been given a caution four months earlier so he was sent to a remand home in the midlands for six months. They set out together from ‘home’ with no plans, swaggering arrogantly through the park, tormenting several dogs, and hurling abuse at an elderly gentleman who they knocked off the footpath because he shouted at them.

“A stint in the army’s what you need.” They had wrenched a litter bin out of the wall and were scattering the contents over the roses.

Simon was taken by surprise when he heard Pete’s laughing voice.

“Come on Andy, we’ve got to dry out before the meeting.” Two dripping figures emerged from the trees near the river. They had obviously been having some fun with water pistols.

When Pete registered Simon and Paul watching them he nudged Andy and swallowed hard. With a wave and a smile he said, “Hi Simon.”

“Well, well, what have we got here?” Paul began to swagger towards them. Simon thrust his hands deep into his pockets and shrugged.

“Come on Paul don’t bother with them. They’re wet without water.”

Paul smirked but didn’t hesitate, with one swift movement he snatched both water pistols.

“Come on Simon let’s give ‘em a real ducking.”

In a second Paul had both boys falling backwards into the river.

“Go on then, lets see you swim.”

He fired streams of water onto their spluttering faces. Simon laughed.

“Leave them to drown Paul. Let’s go an’ do a shop.”

Simon thought he hated his brother yet he recalled the incident and began to understand that “doing a shop” was a suggestion to get Paul away. Paul was a nasty young man, and if they stayed any longer he might decide to do more than give them just a ducking.

“Hey! Come on Paul. Where shall we’ knock’ off?”

With a new challenge ahead Paul threw the water pistols into a flower bed and slapped Simon on the back. “I fancy ‘knocking’ off something a bit more fancy than a water pistol. Come on mate, lets’ get ourselves some ‘serious’ knives.”

They moved from the park to one of the specialist shops where camping gear and knives were on display. The really lethal hunting knives were always in a cabinet, Paul devised a plan as they walked. “Well go in an’ ask to see some knives. When they open up we’ll pretend to be interested then ask to look at something else as well. When they go off to get it we’ll grab the knives and ‘leg’ it.”

It seemed a good plan.

“We’re off on holiday later this month with our Father, and would like to look at some of your knives please. We’re going to surprise him with a knife as a present for Fathers’ Day. He lost his other knife last year.” Simon spoke clearly and with confidence.

The assistant hesitated momentarily and then reached for the keys. As he did so he inconspicuously signalled a ‘floor-walker’ to be alert, just in case.

“These are superb.” Simon was enjoying himself “Do you think we could have a look at some of the smaller pocket knives from over there. We may be able to afford both.”

The assistant moved away and Paul nudged Simon and mouthed, “Now!”

They each slid a knife into their jackets, then, without fuss they calmly turned towards the door. “Run!” Shouted Paul when he realised they had been ‘rumbled’

They pelted through the double glass door and ran together, laughing, down the busy street. People turned angrily as they were jostled and barged in to. The floor-walker and security guard were trailing them in the distance, losing ground fast.

Simon and Paul didn’t see the bikes coming. Both were brought down in the road as they collided. Perhaps if the dripping wet Pete and Andy had left them to get up on their own they might still have escaped.

“Hey you two! Stop right there!”

Out of breath and red faced the uniformed security man reached out and grabbed the two thieves. The irony of the situation needs no explanation. It was certainly not lost on Simon.

All Simon wanted to do was get away from them. From their smug faces and “Serves you right” and “We knew it would end up like this.”

He liked Lil and Con, they were unusual. Simon had won. He had got his own way and his Mum was taking him to stay with them. She didn’t want him to go. Dad was pleased to be rid of him, but she was worried, she was sure they were the enemy. For once his Dad had taken action, even if it was only to get him out of the way. Simon didn’t care, at least his punishment would be bearable. Lil and Con were a ‘hoot’ and they understood him.

“Come on kiddo. Now the old ‘boot’s’ gone what shall we do?”

Lil had her arm through his and they were dancing up the steps towards a cheering Con, waiting at the top, just inside the front door. “Come on old chap. Lets crack a brew an’ drown your sorrows.”

Time passed, each day was like a holiday. They let him drink. He smoked and developed a taste for home grown ‘pot’.

It was like being with two naughty children who could do exactly as they pleased because no grown ups’ were around to stop them. When Simon looks back he regards this time as the final ‘gluttony’ of the ‘black’ part of his life. He even took part in séances. This stirred up bad memories because he remembered joining Chad and Alex at Mel’s house when they called up something so evil he had run outside. The cross he wore for decoration seared burn marks in his skin when Heyel tried to rip it from round his neck. If only he had turned away from the evil then. He had come very close, but his friends came round and he was too embarrassed to say he had found Jesus, it was easier just to go along.

“Come on then kiddo. Sixty quid says you can’t down that concoction in one go.”

“Make it a hundred an’ you’re on.” Simon grinned. He knew he could do it. No sweat!

Lil screamed encouragement as the last swallow emptied from the pint glass.

“OK Con. Double or nothing if you beat me!”

Simon tipped Con into the pool, and then in a drunken bleary eyed mistake he dived into the shallow end.

Lil moaned as she became aware of the redness pervading the water. It was very still with no sign of Simon surfacing.

“Con! Con!” Lil was yelling hysterically. She struggled, the worse for drink and dope, into the water and eventually, between them, they somehow located Simon’s lifeless body and dragged their Grandson from the pool.

“He’s not breathing!”

“What shall we do?”

They were confused by the drugs, they were frightened, and they were drunk.

When Simon gives his Testimony he always begins…


What I am about to tell you is the truth. It’s up to you if you accept what I say, because it’s pretty amazing.

I couldn’t remember why I was in the water. I felt incredibly light headed and was aware of gentle ripples around my body. It was good.

I didn’t understand where I was but it didn’t seem to matter. I was calm, peaceful, totally  happy. A voice from within spoke to me,

“Simon, why have you been fighting me?”

The voice was clear and it filled my mind. I tried to open my mouth to answer but I couldn’t. Physical things didn’t seem to work.

Words formed again,

“Simon, you need to say a prayer, a prayer asking for forgiveness and accepting the Lord Jesus as your Saviour.”

My throat ached.

I was unable to move or do anything except float in this watery womb of warmth and love. There was no fear.

I did not want to leave. I just wanted to remain there forever.

Apart from the small voice everything was quiet. I seemed to be alone, yet surrounded by a strong sense of love.

The voice broke through the silence,

“Simon, think about my words. It is important. ”

My mind raced back to Sunday School. For years I had joked and ridiculed all I had learned there.

Now I dredged through the endless action songs and stories attempting to remember a prayer. I felt the urgency. Agitation infiltrated my calmness. There were the beginnings and the endings, but no whole prayer.

Suddenly Mums face swirled out of the water. She was smiling and talking to me.

“Come on Simon talk to Jesus. Eternity will depend on your words. Our Father who art in


Slowly at first, then with increasing confidence I united my unspoken voice with hers and said the prayer. As her face began to dissolve I added,

“Please Lord Jesus be my Saviour, forgive me, I’ve been so evil. In fact I don’t know that you can forgive me, I’ve done so many bad things. ”

The last impression I had of my dear Mother was her loving eyes brimming with tears, and her lips forming the words,

“Praise the Lord!”

An instant after she faded away I was suddenly engulfed by darkness. This was a tangible black, thick and dense with absolutely no light to break through the solidity. The peace, love calmness and safety were gone. I was totally alone. The voice from within had left.

Never have I felt so vulnerable or afraid. Terror rose from my inside. It wasn’t cold but I shivered.

Sensing I was turning, I could feel presences in the darkness.

The inky blackness was a life force, full of ugliness and pain. They were there, but there was no communication or sound. I was despairing and realised that for the first time in many years I was crying. Not just tearful sobs but heartfelt wracking moans permeating through every part of me, in agonizing silence.

I remembered the girl I watched being systematically brutalized and then raped. Bile rushed into my mouth as I recalled her pleading. The look in her eyes as I took my turn.

I saw the old man Dick and Rod had knocked to the floor His eyes begging for help. I stood and watched them kick and punch him. I did nothing. I enjoyed it.

Like a video being ‘fast run’ all the miserable, foul and vile years rolled through my head. There was no switch to turn it off, and when it got to the end it re-wound back to the beginning. I felt a hysterical madness.

“Dear Lord Jesus, how can you possibly forgive all this?”

I was panicking. I deserved to be punished. Why had I behaved so badly? Why hadn’t I listened to Mum, Pete and Sarah?

I repeated over and over again, “I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. “

Miraculously a light appeared in the distance. It began to get larger and I realised I was moving towards it, leaving the horrors of the darkness behind me.

I passed into the gentle blowing of peaceful light. All the pain and suffering were gone. I felt the voice, reassuring me.

Being drawn towards an area of such astonishing brightness and beauty, I longed to reach it.

My journey was suddenly broken. I peered through the streams of golden rays to see myself on a bed connected to various machines.

Mum, Dad, Pete and Sarah were there holding hands and praying,

“Our Father God, we pray now for Simon. We pray that at some point he confessed his sins and took the Lord Jesus to be his Saviour. Please dear Lord, even now, please don’t let it be too late for him. “

I saw Mother falter, Pete’s voice continued,

“We also pray for the people who will be helped by Simon’s death, and we pray that the transplants will be successful. Loving Father please take Simon into your care, like you took the criminal who repented beside you on the cross. Please don’t let it be too late for Simon. In the name of Jesus we pray. Amen. “

I was frozen, rigid, completely shocked. The words filtered into my mind and for the first time I realised how close I had been to an eternity in that pitch black darkness.

I wanted to shout to them,

“It’s all right I’m saved. I prayed the prayer in time. Jesus has saved me. ”

I knew they wouldn’t hear me.

The shame I felt overwhelmed me. How could I have been so stupid? So blind?

Longingly I watched as they said their goodbyes.

From deep within me the voice spoke again,

“Simon, you are full of remorse and shame but could you go back and live the life of a Christian, proclaiming Jesus?

The road ahead is good, an eternity of peace, but could you give it up for a while to go back and face the harsh reality of the world once again?”

I looked at my family and shouted,

“Yes! Yes!” I could feel the rush of air into my lungs as I yelled.

The two doctors and the staff nurse gasped in amazement. The respirator had been switched off prior to the transfer to the mobile unit before the organs were removed.

They had gasped because Simon was breathing. His lungs had spontaneously filled with air, and his previously erratic heart now beat a steady rhythm.

Simon’s family were elated and also shocked.

They had noticed all the excitement, not realising it was for Simon. They thought he was clinically dead. He had been wired up to the machines since admission, they were told he was brain dead, and had just said goodbye before the doctors took him to remove his organs.

Simon was quiet about his experience to begin with.

He needed to put himself right with God. He prayed and read the Bible he found in his locker.

Pete noticed it open one day when he visited. He smiled but said nothing.

Eventually Simon spoke to his Mum. He related all that had happened. Tears pouring down her cheeks she hugged him long and hard.

“Praise the Lord!” she said.

Simon lived a changed life. He was a new person.

When Simon was told about his Dad’s illness he knew the voice deep within him was giving him a vital role in witnessing to his Dad.

Simon shuddered. He couldn’t bear to think of his Dad, lost, in that terrible darkness.


Peter and Simon were silent in the back seat of the car. Their Mum was chattering about their first day at school, “Have you used the paints yet? What about the slide and climbing frame?”

Simon answered all her questions, eagerly, expanding to the playground, sand, water tray and Lego.

Peter had already decided that one day was enough. He wouldn’t bother going back tomorrow.

“Come on Peter, you have to go to school.” His Mum banged loudly on the bathroom door. She thought his “whim” would be forgotten after a good nights’ sleep. She was wrong!

Peter had locked himself in the bathroom and refused to come out.

“I hate school! I won’t go! You can’t make me!”

“All right Peter, stay there. I’m going to ask Mrs. Pugh to take Simon with her and Catherine. When you decide to come out we will have a talk.”

Peter waited and waited. He wanted to be really sure it was too late to be dragged off to that horrible school.

The house was totally silent. Peter had never known it so still. He listened through the silence to try and hear his Mum.

Nothing, he wondered if she had given up waiting and gone out.

He tiptoed down the stairs, pausing as he caught the drift of his Mum’s voice. Creeping along the hall he held his breath outside the kitchen door

“…he’s such a worry Lord, what can I do? Please help me to find out what’s wrong with him so I can help. In Jesus name Amen.”

Peter knew she was praying about him and he felt guilty. A small voice inside his head kept telling him that Jesus was watching. Jesus would understand, He must have seen how awful school was. Simon was fine he wasn’t shy, he talked to everyone, he got all the attention. Peter burned with envy. He wished he was like Simon. Everyone wanted to be Simon’s friend.

What was wrong with him, why wasn’t he able to say, “Oh yes I’d love to come and play.”

On his first day at school the other children had told him to “buzz” off. He spent the fifteen minutes of the morning playtime in a comer, and at dinnertime he had pleaded with Simon to stay with him. Yet again he was alone, toeing the gravel and watching a small black beetle scurry around. He watched the beetle for ages, until a big boy ran passed and trod on it. When he looked at it again it was completely squashed. That was the “final straw.” The tears came slowly at first, then in floods of sobs.

A crowd gathered and Peter felt wet, hot and red.

“What’s going on here?”

Mrs. Peach bustled through the milling figures. “Peter whatever is the matter?”

Between sobs and gulps of air he blurted out that he wanted to go home. He’d had enough of school.

“Now now Peter. Don’t be a silly boy, you can’t go home until home time. Go and wash your face and play with the other children, you’ll soon feel better.”

She gave him a gentle push in the direction of the boys toilets, suddenly dashing away to stop two girls hitting each other with skipping ropes at the other end of the playground.

Peter sighed, washed his face and breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t noticed the wet patch on his trousers. He tried to wash them and made it worse so he decided to cover them up with his jumper. The afternoon was spent in a damp, uncomfortable condition. There was no way he would ever set foot in that terrible place again.

His Mum listened to him without interrupting. Peter looked at her, unsure of the reaction. Quietly and without fuss she spoke of her own school days. They had been difficult. She told him about the bullies and children who tormented her.

Peter was disliking school even more now, she was making him feel worse instead of better. Eventually, after a trip to her bedroom she produced a wrinkled card. On the card were the words,

“Lord Jesus, When I need You, Remind me of Your Power within me…. When I forget You remind me of Your Presence.

On the back…

“There’s nothing going to happen to me today, that You and I can’t handle together. Love from God.”

Peter’s Mum read and re- read the words. Peter said them over and over again until he knew them by heart. He felt much better. Sunday School had taught him about Jesus but for the first time Peter knew for sure he had a true friend in Jesus, worth far more than any friends Simon made. With Jesus he would never be alone or afraid again.

His change of attitude was startling at first. Simon was shocked, he had been happy to think Pete needed him and without him Peter would always be alone. It gave him a hold over his brother. All that ended quite suddenly. Pete was now confident, he didn’t wait to be asked to play he would go and join in. He was happy, he was secure and he was always smiling. Pete was the first one to go and speak to a new child who was alone or looked confused.

Simon couldn’t understand what had happened. He laughed at Pete when he told him,

“Jesus happened.”

It was now Simon, who envied Peter.

Peter and his younger sister Sarah were close. They were friends and enjoyed each others’ company. When Peter was thirteen he began to question certain aspects of his faith, for the first time. Although younger, Sarah was the one he talked too.

At school the biology teacher reacted sharply when Peter answered her question about the beginning of life with, “God created everything Miss.”

She humiliated him in front of the whole class, dismissing his religion as, “A myth, a fairytale, not to be taken seriously Peter.”

She made the theories of evolution seem plausible, and for the first time in his young walk with the Lord, he questioned the Bible.

“Perhaps God did create the world but there were millions of years to each of the “days” represented. That would fit both ideas Sarah.”

“No Peter, that’s definitely not right. We are made in the image of God. How can we come from some slimy puddle, and have relations in the animal kingdom and still be made in the image of God. Apart from being ridiculous it is an insult to the image of God.

Sarah took Peter along to meet one of her friend’s parents. They were members of the Creation Society. All Peter’s questions were answered by them. They showed him books, a video and let him take several leaflets and books home to read.

When Pete spoke of all this to his Biology teacher, and he began to present such astounding evidence that the rest of the class were really interested, he was interrupted rather abruptly,

“We don’t have time for this Peter. Everyone turn to page ten in your text book.” She refused to listen.

Peter began to study his Bible with a greater appreciation. He had discovered just how much there was to be learned and applied.

His spiritual development was moving steadily. He listened to the small voice within him and his life was enhanced.

Sitting at the kitchen table with Sarah, he found it difficult to take in what his Mum was saying. Life without Dad would be awful. He knew his Dad resented their beliefs, he didn’t share their Sundays, but this was his Dad and he loved him.

Being a believer Pete viewed death as a passageway into blessed eternity and rest. He was not afraid of dying, but he was anxious about ‘how’ he would die.

His Dad had professed no faith, so how must he be feeling now? Pete could hardly bear to think about it.

He felt desperately sorry for him and longed for him to acknowledge Jesus as his Saviour.


Jamie knew his life on earth was almost over.

They had discussed all the options involving the course of his illness and decided that surgery, which may or may not work, was out of the question. He wanted a dignified time with his family, for as long as he had left.

It seemed as though the drugs, given for the pain, were actually clearing his thoughts. He began to think of his family.

Jamie had witnessed many unanswerable situations through his family.

Where did Liz get her strength and power from?

He smiled. She was the only person he had ever seen talk Danny into silence, Lil and Con were still amazed.

Then there was the love and gentleness shown by two of his children, Sarah and Pete. They were reliable and solid as ‘rock’. They never fussed or caused problems, and were always ready with helping hands. He ‘glowed’ when he thought about them. They were ‘special’ like their Mum.

Then came Simon. He was truly amazing. How can what happened to him be explained? The accident couldn’t have changed him in the way he was changed when he left hospital. Jamie supposed a near death experience must have a dramatic effect on a person’s life.


Jamie recalled the day he learned of his illness. He felt differently about life after that, it made him start to think, but that was all.

His wife and his children had talked to him about salvation. Jamie thought he had plenty of time. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe, he did, but he didn’t know how to make it all seem real and meaningful.

Then he woke up one morning and it was too late.

Nurses were crying and there was chaos in the corridor outside his room. Eventually someone came in and breathlessly said he should watch the TV. They switched it on and dashed away. All over the screen were scenes of disaster. People had suddenly disappeared and cars, trains, planes and boats crashed. Hysteria was taking over as every speculation was aired, from aliens abducting them, to some sort of germ warfare, or secret weapon. It was worldwide, and millions of men women and children were gone.

Jamie felt uneasy as his mind filtered through recalled conversations and Bible references mentioned many times by Liz, telling him that one day he might wake up and find himself alone. He reached for the New Testament Liz insisted on leaving in his locker.

Luke 11 37For just as it was in the days of Noah, so it will be when the Son of Man comes. 38In those days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage right up to the day when Noah went into the ark. 39They were unaware of what was happening until the flood came and swept all of them away. That’s how it will be when the Son of Man comes. 40At that time two people will be in the field. One will be taken, and the other will be left behind. 41Two women will be grinding grain at the mill. One will be taken, and the other will be left behind. 42“So keep on watching, because you don’t know on what day your Lord is coming. 43But be sure of this: if the owner of the house had known at what watch of the night the thief was coming, he would have stayed awake and not allowed his house to be broken into. 44So you, too, must be ready, because at an hour you are not expecting him the Son of Man will come.”  (NIV)

Even before he tapped out numbers on his mobile phone he felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Liz, Pete, Simon and Sarah did not answer.

Suddenly the telephone vibrated and he almost dropped it as he rushed to press the answer button. It was Lil and Con asking if he had seen the news.

Jamie cried. He had left it too late, his wife and children were gone.

Liz had shared her Bible readings with him. Why couldn’t he have seen as clearly as she could?

Relieved his brain was clear, despite all the drugs, Jamie read John 3:16 yet again.

Suddenly from the pages of the Bible, words flew out and hit his eyes. Wonderful words full of meaning and application. He read and re-read,

“Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the desert, so the Son of Man must be lifted up, that everyone who believes in Him may have eternal life “ (John 3:14-15)

Jamie realised for the first time that his salvation would happen only when he looked up to Jesus, believing He will save him.

“For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because He has not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son. “ (John 3:16-18)

Until that moment the meaning of the verses had been covered, now, with eyes eager to learn, he devoured the words and delved deeply. He wondered how he could have been so blind?  Jamie was thinking, love is the basis for all relationships, and if you really love someone you will give them anything in your power. God gave up his Son, the life of His only Son. Jesus accepted our punishment and He paid the price for our sins.

The eternal life is not an extension of our existence here, on earth, because it is God’s life, embodied in Christ, given to all believers. Jamie was crying again, he was sure it was too late now.

There will be no death, sickness, envy, evil or sin. Without Christ his life had been lived through his own choices, thinking there is nothing else. With faith there was an eternal perspective. Believing is not just an intellectual agreement that Jesus is God. Jamie desperately wanted to put his trust and confidence in Him to understand that He alone can save us. He wanted to put Christ in charge of his life and rely on Him for the power to change. He knew it was too late. Jamie now understood he had thought by leading a good life and not doing anything bad, he would be alright. He now understood that only God can save us from the one thing we need to fear, eternal condemnation. Jamie recalled Simon’s account of the blackness.

He now fully realised all his human efforts were futile.

Newly assigned Qual Piel Luminar appeared in the room. Jamie had fallen into a restless sleep. Rousing he lingered on his pillow, shaking his head. Suddenly he sat upright and then he leaped out of bed, pulling the needles from his arm and some pads from his chest. He then ran out of his room.

Everywhere I looked, the green ethereal highway swirled. I noted with great sadness that the whole of Chattabridge, indeed the whole of the world, was now smothered by the luminous death mist.


I woke up to loud banging on my door.

“Pastor, wake up. Something terrible is happening. Wake up. Are you there or have you gone too?”Mrs. Glebe was becoming hysterical, she was obviously distressed, and her voice was rising into a scream. There were other voices in the confusion, shouting and sobbing.

I hurriedly pulled on my track suit and hurried to the front door.  I found roughly a third of my congregation in the street. Some were sitting dazed and silent, some were crying, some were sobbing uncontrollably, others were shouting.

Mrs. Glebe pushed me back into the house motioning towards the television. The room filled as I listened in horror. I sank to my knees sobbing, initially shocked and puzzled, then gradually the truth began to hit me. My mouth had prayed many times for the second coming, now my heart understood the truth, I had been left behind. Ranting in my mind I reasoned that it couldn’t be possible, I had been ordained, I had worked hard for the poor, I had been a missionary, why hadn’t I gone up to heaven as well. Maybe this was the devils counterfeit. I knew in my heart that the answer was me. For the first time I took a long hard look at myself and my life, I had not really changed all those years ago. Although I had been sincere in wanting to help people I had never truly given my life to Jesus, I knew about Him, but I had never tried to get to know Him. The God I had worshipped, and led others to worship too, was a distant god.

Qual Piel Luminar surrounded Mark and the people with him in the room. Outside there were men and women straining to get inside. They were surrounded too, and gradually the green luminescence faded and stillness entered the room.  All of Yeriel, (Heaven), watched. Several hours of silence passed.

When Mark began to speak he was radiating light. His words were alive creating a rise in faith at a level I had never seen before. This was something new.

I am a sinner, I have never really had a true relationship with Jesus, and although I thought it was too late I now feel such faith rising in me. What lies ahead of us will be terrible, a world in the hands of the enemy, but I will not face this without Jesus. If we put our trust and our lives in His hands He will help us and show us what to do. Lord Jesus forgive me, thank you for dying in my place, thank you for bearing all my sickness and sins. I know I have let you down, I am so sorry, please help me, please, help all of us. You are the one true God and I promise that until the drawing of my last breath on earth, I will glorify your name and resist the evil that is now everywhere.”

Heads were nodding in agreement. I wanted to go down and comfort, but my instructions were clear, I was to record. Qual Piel Luminar was busy.

Mark told everyone he would move into the church. He said he felt they must stick together.

Night was falling as Mark made his way to the church. The large door was swung open and he moved cautiously forward. There were rows of empty pews ahead. A solitary figure was kneeling at the altar. It was Jamie.

Although my life should have been in meltdown I actually felt better and more alive than ever before. Initial despair and devastation were replaced with peace and joy.

I moved into the church. Jamie stayed there with me, and together we ministered to any who came for help. We praised the Lord for healing Jamie.

My dreams were exciting. I knew they were different, unlike other dreams. In them I saw a building in a state of disrepair; it was always the same building with box like rooms. People were going to fill the rooms, and in my dreams I became familiar with each one of them.

Weeks turned into months and the world we knew was gone forever. Jamie was eager to learn about Jesus and we studied the Bible. He constantly asked me questions and I felt part of the learning curve myself because I read everything with new eyes and a new heart. There were many who came to some of our sessions, and the Baptisms began.


The sessions we had together before Baptism were stimulating for us all. They held us together.

Our first meeting involved a long discussion about John the Baptist and the facts surrounding the practise in those days.(John 1:25-26) was our starting point.

“Why then do you baptise if you are not the Christ, nor Elijah, nor the Prophet?” “I baptise with water,” John replied, “but among you stands one you do not know… ” John baptised the Jews. Usually only the non-Jews, the Gentiles were baptised when they converted to Judaism. The only Jews who practised baptism then were a strict monastic sect of Judaism, who baptised for purification.

John took a known custom and gave it new meaning, a radical departure from Jewish custom. John was questioned by the religious leaders who wanted to know why he was treating God’s chosen people like Gentiles.

John said, “I baptise with water…” he was helping the people make a symbolic act of repentance. (Matthew 3:16) Soon however one would come who would truly forgive sins. This was something only the Son of God, the Messiah, could do.

Jamie made an observation, “Clean hands emerge immediately when you wash away the dirt. The result can be seen immediately. Repentance happens inside a person with cleansing that isn’t seen right away. The symbolic action that John used for this was Baptism. Repentance means “to turn” implying a change in behaviour, turning from sin towards God. Repentance is real and visible if behaviour is new and different.”

Taking the step of baptism is a symbol, and we discussed the implications of this symbolism for us as we faced this terrible situation. Should we still do it? Things were getting very tense. (Matthew 3:11)(The following extract was taken from notes in the Life Application Bible) (N.I. V.) Page 2153. “Everyone, one day will be baptised – either now, by God’s Holy Spirit, or later by the fire of His judgement, on those who refuse to repent.

Baptism is a sign that individuals have asked God to forgive their sins and they have decided to live how God wants them to live. It is an outward sign of commitment, but has to be accompanied by an inward change of attitude leading to a changed life, through the work of the Holy Spirit”

There are many illustrations in the Bible to teach us what happens when we choose to let Jesus be Lord of our lives .I wrote down the references so people could read them.

Because Christ died for us, we have been crucified with him.

Romans 6:2-13; 7:4-6 2 Corinthians 5:14

Galatians 2:20; 5:24; 6:14 Colossians 2:20; 3:3-5 1 Peter 2:24

Our old rebellious nature died with Christ. Romans 6:6; 7:4-6

Colossians 3:9, 10

Christ’s resurrection guarantees our new life now and eternal life with him later. Romans 6:4, 11

Colossians 2:12, 13: 3:13

The old sinful nature dies (crucified), we are ready to receive new life (buried), Christ gives us new life (resurrected).

We looked at various passages of scripture and discussed them, trying to interpret and make them apply to our own lives.

Romans 6:1-4 Immersion was the usual form of baptism in Paul’s day. The new Christians were completely ‘buried’ in water. This symbolises the death and burial of the old way of life. Coming up out of the water symbolised the resurrection to new life with Jesus Christ. When we think of our old nature as dead and buried it is a strong motive for resisting sin. We can consciously choose to treat the desires and temptations of our old nature as though they are dead. This allows us to enjoy our wonderful new life with Jesus. Galatians 3:27 and Colossians 2:12; 3:1-4.

I Peter 3:21Noah’s salvation through water symbolised baptism, a ceremony involving water. We identify with Jesus Christ in baptism, separating us from the lost and giving us new life. We are not saved by the ceremony; it’s a statement of our faith in Christ’s death and resurrection. Baptism is only the symbol of the transformation that happens in the hearts of those who believe.

How baptism will identify a believer with Jesus Christ…. Matthew 28:19-20 Baptism unites a believer with Christ in his or her death to sin and resurrection to new life. Baptism symbolises submission to Christ, a willingness to live a new life God’s way. Identification with God’s covenant people. We discussed the question of how Jesus is with us, taking Matthew 28:19 as our reading… Jesus said, Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptising them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,..”

Jesus said “in the name” not names. This confirms the three in one nature of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. This was a difficult concept but suddenly into my mind came a simple, earthly, analogy, I am my Father’s son, my son’s Father and my wife’s husband. (One person with three different roles). For the first time I was beginning to understand. I felt despair when I thought about all the wasted years for myself, and the people I had fooled for so long.

We looked at the “Baptism of the Holy Spirit”. I had laughed at the idea that the Holy Spirit would affect people today. If someone fell over or spoke what to me sounded like gibberish I said it was evil. How much I have to answer for. My cynical attitude arose at a Holy Spirit Seminar several years before I completed my training. Robert, the guy I went to Bible College with, and my roommate, told me about some amazing experiences with the Holy Spirit, so I developed an obsessive expectation of flashing lights and something so blinding coming inside me I was thrilled, full of anticipation.

I was disgusted because nothing happened to me. I watched others falling over, laughing with such joy, shaking and experiencing what I was unable to experience. I wanted to make people fall over when I prayed for them. How awesome would that make me look!

I see now that I wanted the Holy Spirit for my own glory I should have been looking towards Jesus, and glorifying Him.

Robert tried to calm me down and explain that sometimes people are affected in different ways and I must keep looking to Jesus.

“What’s Jesus got to do with it?” I was so angry I did not want to listen.

I now realise that Jesus is everything, he died so that our sins could be forgiven. God became man in Jesus. He took the punishment for our sins and died on the cross. He rose from the dead so that people could be offered spiritual renewal and rebirth. When Jesus ascended to heaven, his physical presence was removed from earth, but he promised to send his spiritual presence in the form of the Holy Spirit, to remain with us and in, all believers. (Luke 24:49) In Old Testament days the Holy Spirit only existed within certain individuals.

The Spirit marks the beginning of the Christian experience. We can’t belong to Christ without His Spirit (Romans 8:9; 1 Corinthians 6:17).We cannot be adopted as His children without His Spirit (Romans 8:14-17; Galatians 4:6,7). We cannot be in the body of Christ except by baptism of the Spirit ( I Corinthians 12:13). Pentecost Acts 2:- this was when the Holy Spirit was made available to all who believed in Jesus. We receive the Holy Spirit, (are baptised by Him) when we receive Jesus Christ. The Spirit is the power of our new lives. He begins a lifelong process of change as we become more like Christ. (Galatians 3:3; Philippians 1: 6). When we receive Christ by faith, we begin an immediate personal relationship with God. The Holy Spirit works in us to help us become like Christ. I never received the Holy Spirit.

The Spirit unites the Christian community in Christ. (Ephesians 2:19-22). The Holy Spirit can be experienced by all, and He works through all. (I Corinthians 12:11; Ephesians 4:4).

I had been living a sham. I had been lying to everyone and also to myself. I was here, left in a world being consumed by evil, because I had been so proud, and arrogant. I thought I was the one who achieved my place in heaven, because of what I did. It had all been about me.

Qual Piel Luminar moved and worked on earth with the pockets of people who now understood the truth.



I don’t recall ever actually speaking to Jamie’s parents, even though I had known them since childhood. They were a riveting couple even then, because of their exotic life style. Most of the youngsters thought they were really amazing, and jealousy prompted them to give Jamie a difficult time at school.

Con approached me at the church.  ”Lil and I wondered if you could spare us a little time, either now or later?”

Smiling warmly I invited them in.

“We are both finding this business a terrible ordeal.” Con glanced at Lil.

I said a silent “Thank you Lord.”

“Tell us what we’ve got to do for the peace Jamie has now.” Lil’s eyes were alive with eagerness. She was like a bright butterfly.

“Even now in these dark days we can share in the glory of God’s kingdom.” I spoke slowly, I again prayed, unobserved, for the Spirit to provide me with the right words.

Taking up my Bible I read Jesus words,

“Jesus replied. “A certain man was preparing a great banquet and invited many guests. At the time of the banquet he sent his servant to tell those who had been invited, ‘Come, for everything is now ready.’

“But they all alike began to make excuses. The first said, I have just bought a field, and must go and see it. Please excuse me.’

“Another said, I have just bought five yoke of oxen, and I’m on my way to try them out. Please excuse me.’

“Still another said, ‘ I have just got married, so I can’t come.’

“The servant came back and reported to his master. Then the owner of the house became angry and ordered his servant, ‘Go out quickly to the streets and alleys of the town and bring in the poor, the crippled, the blind and the lame.’

“‘Sir,’ the servant said, ‘what you ordered has been done, but there is still room.’

” Then the master told his servant, ‘Go out to the roads and country lanes and make them come in, so that my house will be full. I tell you not one of those men who were invited will get a taste of my banquet. “‘ (Luke 14:16-24)NIV

“In Jesus story the people who were invited to the banquet turned down the invitation because it was inconvenient. This happened to who are left behind, we all failed to respond to God, we missed being taken home. Our excuses are varied, ranging from work commitments to family, finance or many other needs. God has given us another chance to be saved. It is the most important invitation of our lives because if we accept what is happening now in the world we are truly lost forever. We must lose the earthy values of material, and ‘self’ priority, to exchange them for an eternity with Jesus. Discovering peace with God is the most important thing that can happen to any of us now. God had a plan for salvation and everlasting life from before creation”

I shared with them, John 3:16.(NIV.)“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. “

“God has set the pattern for love. When you really love someone you are prepared to give, even to the point of self sacrifice. God loves us so much he gave his only Son to be sacrificed for our sins. Jesus paid the price for our sins and then offered us the new life he had bought for us. We are being given a chance by God.

Con was frowning, “I’m not too sure I fancy living forever. I sometimes feel death will be a nice rest from all the troubles and heartache of this awful new world.”

I smiled, “Eternal life is nothing like this miserable existence here on earth. Believers have eternal life embodied in Jesus, as a guarantee they will live forever, but not in a world of sin. There will be no death, sickness, evil, sin, or anything bad, when we share eternity with Jesus. People who don’t know Christ can only make choices as if this life on earth is all there is. When a person trusts in Jesus, their new life of faith allows them to have a different perspective on everything happening, believers have an eternal perspective.”

“You keep referring to ‘believers’. What does that mean? What must we believe?” Lil leaned towards me.

I looked at them both, sat there listening attentively, and I asked, “Who do you think Jesus is?”

They looked at one another, and then individually they wrestled with the thoughts that were obviously rushing through their minds. A garbled and confused picture emerged.

“Jesus did some amazing things. He healed people and told wonderful stories like the one you read to us. He was supposed to have been born to a virgin, and the commercialised rubbish we experience each December began as a celebration of his birth.” Lil was looking intently at me.

“I think he must be a lot more than just a man.” Con allowed his eyes to rest again on the page of the Bible. “You said that he was God’s Son.”

“Jesus is God.”I made the statement simply and quietly. After a short pause I continued, “This is what ‘believing’ means. Yet it is more than an intellectual agreement that Jesus is God, it is putting your trust and confidence in Jesus, knowing that he alone can save you. You must also trust Jesus words and rely on him for the power to change. When God made us He made us in His image. He gave us freedom of choice. If you go your own way and disobey God you separate yourself from him. God is Holy and cannot look on sinful man. A lot of people try to find their own remedy to reach God. I tried good works, I experienced ‘religion’ and went to church, but all this was useless without Jesus Christ. God provides the only way out of the mess we now face here on earth, and now you must both make the choice. There is only this, only one way, to find the peace and salvation you are asking about. Jesus Christ died on the cross, He paid the penalty for your sins and mine so that He could be the bridge between us and God. We are separated from God by sin and there is only one person in the whole universe who can stand between us and God, and unite us again. That person is Jesus, who is both God and man”

Again I took up my Bible and read to them,I Timothy 2:5 (NIV) “For there is one God and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus.” I turned to Romans 5:8 (NIV) “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us” Then back to John 14:6 (NIV)“Jesus answered, ‘I am the way and the truth and the life. no-one comes to the Father except through me. ” “By uniting our lives with Jesus we are uniting our lives with God. If you trust Jesus to take you to the Father then all the benefits of being God’s child will be yours.”

“What benefits Mark?” Lil was eager.

“When God is in charge of our lives He will guide us through any circumstances we may face. By making our purpose in life, God’s will, He takes away the burden of worry and fear. God is never frustrated by events, so with God in control we can find peace and freedom from stress. God is able to save us from the evil of the world and deliver us from sin and death. We should be confident in God.”

Lil and Con said they wanted to find out more about Jesus, so I gave them both a Bible and we looked at the Old Testament prophesies and how Jesus fulfilled every one of them until His death on the cross. It was after midnight when they left.

Jamie was amazed when I told him what had happened.

I watched and I recorded everything. I could see what was happening from every perspective.

Con and Lil had quickly allied themselves with the movement declaring that the people who vanished had been removed from the world so they could be re educated to fit into the New World Order. As part of this progressive organisation, Con and Lil delighted in the rising of power handled by ‘like – minded’ progressive thinkers, unfettered by religious rubbish. They belonged to a church, but this was the New World Church, and its leader was a man who lived within the supernatural, he was awesome. He was calling himself Leyeh. I know him as Heyel, and the world once knew him as Satan, the Devil.

When the Boss led His children out of this world trapped in time, He also called all of us back. Heyel was given a free reign for an allotted period on earth. He knows he only has a short time. We had seen what was to happen when Apostle John was brought up from his cave, he was given the full revelation to record and prepare the Boss’s children. Qual Piel Luminar led people to this final part of the Bible. Mark was studying it carefully, wanting to be prepared for events to come.

Rev 13:11Then I saw another beast come up out of the earth. He had two horns like those of a lamb, and he spoke with the voice of a dragon. 12He exercised all the authority of the first beast. And he required all the earth and those who belong to this world to worship the first beast, whose death-wound had been healed. 13He did astounding miracles, such as making fire flash down to earth from heaven while everyone was watching. 14And with all the miracles he was allowed to perform on behalf of the first beast, he deceived all the people who belong to this world. He ordered the people of the world to make a great statue of the first beast, who was fatally wounded and then came back to life. 15He was permitted to give life to this statue so that it could speak. Then the statue commanded that anyone refusing to worship it must die.

16He required everyone—great and small, rich and poor, slave and free—to be given a mark on the right hand or on the forehead. 17And no one could buy or sell anything without that mark, which was either the name of the beast or the number representing his name. 18Wisdom is needed to understand this. Let the one who has understanding solve the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man.  His number is 666.”

Mark read this, and then the thoughts flowed into his mind helping him to understand. The first beast denotes a world power, the second a persecuting and assumed power, which acts under the disguise of religion, pretending help, care and guidance. It is a spiritual dominion, exercised at first in a gentle manner, eventually revealing a cruel and evil nature. It desires to subject the souls of men to the will and control of men, by lying wonders, pretended miracles and severe censures. Leyeh had risen into a major world mission, all the leaders had flocked to him and now he answered only to himself. There was a new world church replacing the denominations and all faiths, merging them into a single body worshipping Leyeh. Skeptics quickly became converts as miracle followed miracle. Some of Mark’s friends were convinced he was the Messiah.  All over the world natural and civil rights were being removed from any who will not worship that beast. Obedience and worship became a qualification for buying and selling, as well as for commerce. Profit and trust, interest, power, and endeavour, had to be used to forward the dominion of Leyeh. To live, work, buy and sell Leyeh placed his identification on the population of earth, society rejected any without this implant. They became enemies of Leyeh and were separated out for destruction. Everyone who received the mark received Leyeh, and his complete control. Free choice was gone and so was any light inside them, darkness filled every atom of their being.

Revelation 14:9A third angel followed them and said in a loud voice: “If anyone worships the beast and his image and receives his mark on the forehead or on the hand, 10he, too, will drink of the wine of God’s fury, which has been poured full strength into the cup of his wrath. He will be tormented with burning sulphur in the presence of the holy angels and of the Lamb. 11And the smoke of their torment rises for ever and ever. There is no rest day or night for those who worship the beast and his image, or for anyone who receives the mark of his name.” 12This calls for patient endurance on the part of the saints who obey God’s commandments and remain faithful to Jesus.”

Chad and Alex worked alongside Con and Lil and most of the population of Chattabridge now under the power of Leyeh. They were key players in the New World Order because the organization they joined, (the one used by Heyel to slaughter thousands of the Boss’s children, including Sari), was now representing Leyeh all over the planet. Mark, Jamie, and others like them who refused to take the mark were prey, to be hunted and converted, or destroyed.

Con and Lil were sent to find out more about the outlaw band, what they believed and how to destroy them. Evidence of their implant was cleverly disguised so they were able to pass themselves off as seekers of truth.


I felt exhilarated when Mark told me about Con and Lil. It was great news on a day where all around me was evil, corrupt and horrific. Chattabridge overflowed with violence and corruption, forcing my life to become an existence in the shadows, running from the New World Population. Finding any person seeking truth was always fantastic, but to hear they were looking made this very special. Mark arranged a meeting.

We changed venues regularly to avoid discovery and as I crept past the trees surrounding me I was focused, concentrating on the directions. It was dark, no stars or moon provided light or relief overhead from the blackness. The locations were becoming more isolated and unfamiliar, so I trusted that ahead of me in this deep quarry ravine was a stone outbuilding where Mark, Con, Lil and other believers would be gathered. A slight rustling and snap of wood caused me to freeze and lower myself to the floor, every nerve was stretched. Senses were straining for movement. A whisper breezed into my hearing,

“Remember the last time we came here?”

“Yea, what a blast that was. Pity they disappeared, I’d like to…”

The whisper became a tirade of such spine chilling violence I was numbed.

Holding my breath until my lungs almost burst I forced my feet into minute steps away and around the diminishing voice. I had to get to the building and warn them.

Miraculously I found it, but could not risk approaching from the front. Several stones had fallen from the back wall and I paused to make ready my entrance when the door burst open and two men pointing rifles loudly yelled instructions.

“On your knees, listen carefully and you might get out alive. If anyone here is not a seeker or believer, stand up, now!”

Con and Lil stood up immediately.

“One last chance scum bags. On your feet now or get shot.” Three more raised themselves from their knees.

“Get out!” the man barked out the command and they ran out of the open door.

I could hear them being caught and put into a vehicle. I heard a door slam and an engine rev.

Lil’s voice drifted over,

“Pity you couldn’t have waited, Jamie was supposed to be here.”

I was horrified.

One of the guys with a gun stepped into the door and was framed by headlights shining through camouflage,

“Take them to Site B and begin processing, we’ve got to mop up here.”

The well hidden vehicles circled the yard and then disappeared into the blackness.

Mark and three others remained kneeling. I was rigid, knowing I had to remain out of sight.

The two gunmen faced my dear friends.

“You all believe in Jesus and refuse to take the mark?” It was a hard voice.

“Yes.” They answered.

“Why won’t you deny him, why won’t you take the mark? Why aren’t you afraid to die?”

Mark lifted his head, “You can do whatever you want to our bodies, they are only a shell. You cannot touch our spirit, this is in Jesus hands and once you release us from our flesh we are free to go and be with Him at last.” They were all nodding and looking upwards.

What happened next was a shock. The two gunmen laid down their guns and pulled my brothers and sisters in Christ gently to their feet.

“We had to be completely sure, and we are sorry for those others who walked out, they are not going to be alright, they are going to have the implant or die. Our implants are brilliant fakes, we’ve been trying to find help. Both of us feel there is something very wrong in what’s happening and we managed to infiltrate a local cell group to discover for ourselves if it was right or not. Meeting captured believers changed us and we need to find out all we can about Jesus. This seemed a good way. Please help us, we are not going back, we want to join you.”

Mark stepped forward and embraced each of them. I stepped through the gap and did the same.

Qual Piel Luminar ranged across Earth, guiding souls away from the green ethereal mist, souls refusing to take the mark, souls trusting in Jesus, spirits released from their flesh.

The Iyer files are almost complete.