Agent finds a Warrior (17 page)

I stepped backward and lifting an electric
guitar out of its rack I stepped forward and flung it to fall on
the floor before the stage, “To those of you who still bring your
Bibles and take the time to read them I bring a verse to mind, ‘I
desire not a song, a pleasantry of the lips, but a sincere and
broken heart.’ Now get out all of you!”

The people didn’t get up to leave. They were
wailing and blubbering all over themselves as they found their ways
down to their knees or stretched out on the floor. Not one of them
had the pride to stand, as the Spirit of God’s conviction was heavy
on the place.

Without the heat of my earlier words I
asked, “Do you want to change? Do you want to rediscover your first
love?”

A wailing tumult arose in response to my
words and I nodded in acceptance of it.

“Then this is my advice to you. Go home and
fast and each of you by yourselves make supplication to God through
your tears and prayers. Pray that He will renew your spirit and
show you how to give Him perfect praise. The doors of this church
will be open starting at sunrise tomorrow. I encourage…… no…… I beg
of all of you to come. Do not waste this opportunity that God is
giving you to learn, be strengthened, and renewed like never
before. Now I have something to say to those of you, who have
already purposed it within your hearts to be here tomorrow with the
spirit of praise as you should’ve come with this morning. If you
want to bring those who are lost and without the love and
forgiveness of Christ that is fine, but I ask you to do something
more in order to unify the Kingdom of God, which you will come
seeking to know more of in the morning. How many churches do you
have in this town? Three? Five? No, I tell you that there are ten.
Ten different denominational churches other than this one. Tell me
what is the guiding principle of importance across all these
denominations? Is it this Bible that I’m holding up right here,
because it better be, because no other doctrine of belief or
ideology of man will stand or can deliver men’s souls other than
the words contained in this book given to us by God! This division
of the Church is not good. We are tasked to be one body of Christ
all of us fitly joined together working as one, so please in the
strength of Christian fellowship grab onto your fellow brothers and
sisters and bring them along with you! We have to start pulling
together as one body. It’s not me saying this, it’s written in this
book. The Holy Spirit is still open and available to all who seek
of Him wisdom and understanding. There is still time to rightly
divine from the word of God what universal tenants of belief across
the entire body of believers should be and what they should not be.
So start the hard conversations, and make the changes that the Holy
Spirit prompts within you. This isn’t about pride of denomination
or belief, but rather this is about unveiling the Kingdom of God in
a more powerful way to affect the lives of those on this Earth for
good and not evil. So tomorrow bring the lost, bring other
Christians, but above all bring your children! Don’t leave them at
home or put them in daycare, because you think they’ll be scared or
act out or because you don’t think their mature enough to handle
what they’ll feel and be exposed to. Be real with them and let them
see the ways of God firsthand from an early age and tomorrow you
might just see them eternally saved. Wouldn’t that be something?
Church listen close to me, when I tell you that there is an army of
darkness that reigns in high places that seeks to devour and kill
all of us, but our children are the most vulnerable and the dark
forces that be know that. Church it’s time that we assume the
mantle of authority given to us by Jesus and start to reclaim the
territory that has been lost over the years by the many
congregations just like this one who have not claimed the position
of authority given to us by Jesus. It’s time we took territory from
the grip of evil that’s never even been threatened by us before.
It’s time! It’s always been time, ever since my Savior died on a
cross for my sins so let’s start making it now! The process starts
with you people getting right before the Lord and discovering your
Kingdom identities and learning to surrender all even as you let
the Holy Spirit build in you the hope of the world in order for the
Church to claim the victory, because the victory has already been
won. We just have to claim it and then know what to do with
it.”

I ceased then from speaking all words and
let the body of believers wounded in the spirit, but strengthened
in the hope of their faith to make their way out of the building to
start the process of fixing what was wrong with the real Temple,
which is the body of flesh we all possess within which the Spirit
of God moves and directs those who welcome Him.

It turns out that they would’ve all been
late for lunch anyway, but it was a moot point given that none of
them had any appetite for food at this moment. I however did.

Perhaps I was more carnally natured than I
should be in this moment that was still heavy with the Spirit of
God, but all I could think of accomplishing right now was getting a
shower and getting free from the stink that pervaded my every
moment of consciousness.

Zora stood up as I approached up the aisle
and my selfish thoughts of self gratification left me as I saw the
reverent look she gave me. Curiously I asked, “What’s that look
for?”

She ducked her head bashfully, which was
entirely uncharacteristic of her, before raising it back up to
state with meaning, “It’s so humbling to know that I get to share
your life with you!”

Smiled softly I said, “Living life has never
been so good as it has been since I’ve been able to live it with
you beside me.”

She smiled at me and then wrinkled her nose,
“You need a bath honey.”

“I know!” I responded with exuberance.

We started out of the church, but I made it
a point to stop beside the only individual left in the church other
than Zora and I. The old pastor had come in at some point and sat
down at the very back of the church.

He looked up as I stopped beside him. “I
don’t really know what the Holy Spirit’s plan is going to be
starting tomorrow, but I do know that you’re the first batter up.”
I said.

The pastor nodded and held up his hand which
clutched a Bible and said, “I’ll be ready. May the Spirit of God
speak through me and say everything that needs to be said.”

“Amen.” I said as I led Zora out of the
sanctuary.

I admired the sight of my wife as she
arranged clothes out. She’d bought me several suits and even now
she was busy mating up ties with them. She’d first hold up one tie
and then another. She seemed to come to some sort of conclusion and
she threw two of the ties onto the bed, while draping the three
remaining ones over the three suits that she had bought me.

She glanced over at me then and her eyes
drifted down me admiringly as I finished toweling off. The first
shower before lunch, hadn’t quite done the job so I’d taken a bath
after lunch while Zora had shopped. I felt like I’d lost several
skin layers, but at least I didn’t stink anymore.

Several pretty dresses were also hung up
along with my suits, “You like?” Zora asked with a look to her eyes
that said that she liked very much what she was looking at.

“Very much so.” I said never taking my eyes
off of her.

Her smile was teasing, “I meant my
dresses.”

“They’ll look nice on you Zora, but right
now I think your best look involves less clothing.” I said as I
backed her up to the edge of the bed.

I glanced down then and picked up the two
discarded ties.

Apologetically Zora said, “I couldn’t make
up my mind in the store, which ones would look the best so I bought
two extras. Sorry for the waste.”

Taking one of the ties I smoothly looped off
both of her wrists and had her hands tied together in front of her
before she could even blink. Her shocked eyes raised up from her
bound hands to meet my gaze.

“See there’s no waste darling.” I said
glibly, as I saw her struggle inwardly with your captive state.

I was treading on dangerous ground and I was
pretty sure I was making her relive some horrible repressed
memories right now, if the hell to be seen in her eyes was anything
to go by.

Gently I asked, “Do you trust me Zora?”

She blinked and I watched the hell fade away
from her eyes and she seemed to recognize me as her lover once
again. She breathed inwardly and shook her head yes even though I
could tell she didn’t like what I was up to.

I turned her around then and I blindfolded
her with the second tie. She sucked in her breath and started to
shake and I cringed inside at what I was causing to take place
within her, but grimly I pressed on with the plan.

Click.

She jumped slightly startled, “What was
that?”

“My knife.” I responded evenly.

She jerked hard, but I held her in place as
she asked in a panicked voice, “What do you have a knife out
for?”

Keeping my tone light I said, “Silly girl,
how else do you think I’m going to get your clothes off with your
hands tied?”

“Oh.” Came her response as I sliced her
shirt away and then the straps of her bra.

She was still shaking and almost in a
whisper she said, “I don’t like this game Elon!”

I let my forehead rest on her bare shoulder
for a moment. In the month we had been intimate with each other
Zora had denied me nothing that I had desired of her. This was the
first time that she had ever come close to telling me no and it
pained me that I’d driven her generous nature so far.

“I know you don’t Zora, but it’s a game
we’re going to play.”

She continued quivering within my grasp, but
she didn’t say anything. Her hands started raising towards her
eyes, but I pulled them back down.

I picked her up and laid her on the bed and
began kissing her and she began to relax a little.

“Relax honey and trust me to make this
enjoyable for you.” I whispered into her ear.

Bravely she raised her bound hands up above
her head and I tied them off to the headboard.

Shadows had grown dark outside. I sat with
my back to the headboard beside of Zora, who was still tied off to
it. I had spared no expenditure of effort into completely
overloading her senses with pleasure for hours. About an hour ago
she had passed out completely worn out from passion.

I waited silently in the dark gloom of the
room. I had removed her blindfold when she’d fallen asleep and now
I gazed down into her face waiting.

Her hands suddenly tightened into fists and
pulled against the restraining tie. Denied freedom of movement her
face twisted into anguish and she moaned. This was what I had been
waiting for.

I eased down in the bed and brought both of
my hands to either side of her head as I accessed the part of her
mind and the memories that haunted her that she always kept locked
off from me.

The vividness of the memory that she was
reliving had me jerking with pain at the impact of linking with
her.

The town was burning. Bodies lay bloody and
abused in the street everywhere. They were many bodies and most of
them were headless. Here and there were pyramidal piles created of
the heads of the fallen bodies.

The scene within Zora’s head was both
surreal and horrible. Surreal, because despite how real it felt I
knew the basis for all this imagery had happened long since and
wasn’t occurring in real time. Horrible, because such a scene of
utter destruction and death had ever occurred, especially because
the one I loved had lived through this.

The heat of the fires consuming the
buildings of the town was blistering hot, but I continued to make
my way down the bloodstained street unmindful of it. At the end of
the village was a church now wreathed in flames. In front of it in
the street lay a mangled body of what had once been a man.

He had been whipped to death and was beyond
any recognition, but intuitively I knew this man was Zora’s father.
Torn up hymnals and Bibles lay strewn on the ground fluttering and
curling from the heat of the nearby flames. I continued on.

I walked out of the deserted village
following the trail of many feet. Here and there a dead body lay
off to the side of the forced march.

The miles seemed to disappear quickly and in
the dreamlike setting I was suddenly at a larger town. It wasn’t
burning. Indeed some people were going about their business as if
nothing had happened. Not so for others.

Some parts of the town were vacant. Their
owners ripped from their lands and homes.

At the one end of the town was a stockade.
Here countless people had been kept like a herd of beef cows at a
slaughterhouse. The pen once filled with its human cargo was empty
now and I followed the trail onward through my beloved’s
memory.

The terrain turned more desert like and the
heat of the hot sun overhead became more intense. The desertscape
started giving up its victims.

At first they were in the hundreds and then
the bodies lying sightless in the sand mounted into the
thousands.

Buzzards, crows , and desert jackals tore at
the naked bodies, as I walked through the scene of so many people’s
tortured end. I knew where I was now.

I was walking along the lane of one of the
worst unsung ethnic cleansings in history. Everything I was seeing
and experiencing was the evidence of a genocide whose perpetrators
said had never happened. This was the Armenian Genocide, which had
taken place around the time period of World War I.

Armenia had been an old country with very
early Christian roots that dated back to the early days of the
Christian church. At some point it had ceased to be a country and
was assimilated into the boundaries of Turkey. Muslims and
Christians had coexisted in an uneasy truce within the same border
of a nation.