MIRACLES STILL HAPPEN (THE FINALE)
Everything that has a beginning has an end.
This is the last post for the #MiraclesStillHappen series. I hope you have enjoyed reading them, as I have enjoyed writing them. Of course, #LiveTheFuture still continues.
I had a real-life experience I was going to share, but then, I had a change of heart. I asked myself, ‘Why not use fiction to show people the side of miracles that they never knew existed?’
We know only what we see or notice. But what about the many interventions of God that you never know about? Those are still miracles, whether you know about them or not.
So, today, I’ll using this excerpt from a book I’m working on, The Remnant, to show how God has done a lot for us behind the scenes.
I’ll be leaving you with it, I hope it blesses you.
Excerpt from THE REMNANT
Red smoke.
The sulphuric smell was thick in the air as he stood there, waiting.
He was standing in the middle of the busy highway, the world around him was bustling with so much traffic activities as people passed around him, beside him and through him. But he couldn’t care less; he did not belong to their world.
He was mass of moving light, light so bright that it was impossible to see what he adorned. His height was unlike that of any mortal; at least 11 feet tall.
His muscular build revealed great strength and behind him one could see a fold of two huge membranes covered with firm feathers, slowly moving up and down, protruding from his back.
The full release of his wings could only mean one thing – he was ready for warfare.
He held his sword at an angle from his side looking straight ahead at his assailant. There was at least 2 miles between them, but the distance didn’t matter. They could clearly see and speak to each other.
‘Stand aside, sentry,’ his assailant spoke.
‘I’m afraid, that’s not going to happen,’ the angel replied.
The demon sneered and puffed out more red smoke from his flaring nostrils, irritated at this waste of his time. He half expected the angel to be intimidated and yes, there was a lot that could intimidate.
He was one large mass of muscles and thorns stuck out of every pore of his body. He had three eyes, one above the regular two. His long hair was alive, with the head of a vicious spitting serpent at the end, twirling here and there, looking for whom to sink its fatal fangs on.
He threw his weapon, a mighty axe, from his right hand to his left and to his right hand again, thinking of how to get this stupid angel from his way without having to get into a fight with him.
The angel too wanted no fight. Draganarians, the breed of this demon, were known for their brute strength and shrewd fighting tactics. But he knew there could be no other way because the Draganarians were known too for their senseless bravery and stubbornness.
’So how do you want to have it sentry?’ The draganarian spoke up.
‘That bus must come under no harm whatsoever,’ the angel replied.
‘I’m sorry, but that was not my order.’
‘I don’t care about your order,’ the angel replied firmly.
The draganarian was pissed. The time to execute his mission was fast approaching and he had severe orders. He decided to try one final time.
‘Stand down, son of righteousness,’ he said in a surprisingly calm tone that even alarmed the angel. ‘I won’t say it again. That bus must go down and all in it.’
The angel looked into the demon’s eyes and replied just as calmly. ‘No harm shall befall Edward for he has been set aside by the Living One.’
‘I don’t care, he’s my mission.’
The angel’s grip on his mighty sword tightened. ‘And you are mine.’
In a millionth of a second, the angel was in flight, so fast that even the demon was caught unawares.
His sword was drawn, wings flaring, his body glowing and his eyes the perfect picture of golden fire.
As he approached his assailant, braced for the impact of their weapons clashing, he said silently, ‘Pray, Eddie, pray.’
****
Edward was asleep beside a young couple on the third row from the front in the bus. He was suddenly jolted by what he couldn’t tell.
He looked around the bus to see if anyone had called his name. The commuters were all about their different activities; chatting with friends, texting, minding their business, sleeping or like the young couple beside him, kissing.
He felt a burden in his heart and knew something was very wrong. He didn’t know what it was but he knew what to do.
He promptly bowed his head.
*****
Buoyed by the prayers of Eddie, the angel grew brighter, bigger and stronger.
He went after the demon with no mercy, swinging his mighty sword with brute strength and force.
The draganarian, on the other hand, was terrified. He too could hear the passion filled prayers of Eddie and he knew instantly he would be no match for his empowered assailant; prayers made these sons of God almost impossible to withstand.
He ducked as the sword almost dismembered him, trying to use his axe to parry. It was not working.
This was not the plan, Eddie was supposed to be asleep; they had made sure of that. How come those little imps that were supposed to ensure he never woke up until the mission was completed failed to do their simple job, he fumed, as he dodged another blow.
If only he could have a chance to lay his hands on them.
‘It’s enough!’ the demon pleaded. ‘I surrender, please,’ he begged as he went on one knee, putting down his weapon. ‘Let me go, I will retreat.’
The angel put his sword to his side and was still for a moment, the demon was relieved.
But then, the angel replied, ‘You surrendered too late.'
With a deft move that caught the demon completely by surprise, he swung his sword, aiming for the neck. ‘Down to the Abyss and never return!’ he said, bringing the sword down with power.
More red smoke.
#TheRemnant #MiraclesStillHappen #LiveTheFuture
Thank you reading
Written by TOBI
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