“Yinney” – Chapter 37

maxresdefault The morning rain was over, turning the Amazon into the steam bath it was known for. Yinney thought little of it for this had always been the norm in his world. While he was in his morning worship song, he felt led to start writing his book this day. It had long been the desire of his heart. Today would be the day it finally began.

“Title,” he paused for a moment before slowly speaking out loud, “The Beauty of Slow”. And then he sat there smiling as he looked at those words on the bright white screen of his little laptop. You ask how can a sloth have a laptop in the Amazon jungle? It ran on solar power, of course, and was currently fully charged.

“The Beauty of Slow”. He repeated to himself again. He loved those words and the mental picture they produced. A life of resting compared to rushing. A life of flowing rather than  flapping. A peaceful journey rather than a rat race. It was indeed a beautiful thing. The art of living in beauty rather than chaos. Yes, this would be his book.

“Subtitle,” he smiled again as he pecked at the keys causing the little letters to magically appear. “The Teachings of Yinney”. There, it was begun, and now for chapter one. He had no lack of thoughts or direction. It was like releasing a dam that had been closed off far too long, and had stored much water.

Chapter One, he began. “What is the beauty of slow?”

It is having already reached, while still reaching. His words beganIt is having already arrived and yet still in the journey. It is taking the time each day to ask a simple question: What does my ‘soul’ need this day? It is living for spirit more than material. It is God not being a stranger, but a friend. It is seeking the Kingdom of God first, in the full assurance you already have all things. It is peace that truly passes understanding. There is no explaining it scientifically or psychologically. It is supernatural, because its source is God.

I, Yinney, as one who is a student of observation, must state the obvious to all those who are awake. Because most people are not, and the following question seems to be not obvious to them. They never give it a thought, unless forced to, and so we do.

“Why is it so hard to seek first…’soul’?”

Most say they have no time, therefore the great need for such a book as mine. Does the rat race bring you pleasure? Does chaos bring you delight? Of course not, and yet most people live in the grip of the rat race and chaos simply because they refuse to slow down and put first things first. In doing so they short circuit the supernatural life they could be living in, and are stuck in all the struggles of the natural. This begins a chain reaction of results as predictable as a path of falling dominoes.

First…life becomes an exercise of survival, rather than a flower simply gracefully blooming. There is the constant fight and struggle. The ways of flesh rather than spirit. The ways of hunger rather than contentment. The ways of excess, and storing up, in fear and desire, rather than contentment and moderation. The way of always running, rather than simple faith, trust, and rest. A peaceful journey lived one step at a time.

As a result people enter into a predator lifestyle. Always hungry for something. Always on the hunt for that something. Eventually there is the hard chase, the capture, and the kill! Then they feed to their satisfaction. In a little while, usually not very long at all, the satisfaction fades, the hunger returns, and it all repeats again over and over again like a nightmare merry-go-round they don’t know how to get off of. Up and down up and down round and round we go. Where we stop…nobody knows.

They believe themselves to be peace-loving, but they have become predators and do not even know. The truly peace-loving can plainly see their disfunction. It is obvious to those who love the ways of soul and spirit. The way of the predator is a danger to the whole world. You cannot have fellowship with someone who wants to eat you. For example, the mechanic who charges you four-hundred dollars to flip a switch on your car that you do not know, and he does not tell.

Predators come in many forms. After all, in our current society what they need most is your money, if you have any, and they want as much as they can get. Their hunger is never satisfied and they never have enough. They trade time for money all the time. And yet what is life made of? Time, or money? Such a foolish trade, but such is the foolishness of the predators, for God has said it is the meek who will inherit the earth, for the foolish will waste their precious time and be gone.

So we have those who are asleep, but never resting. However, the beauty of slow is to be fully awake, while still in a state of REST. This is the beauty of slow and the teachings of our Lord Jesus Christ of which I am a teacher of his ways. This book is about slowing down and hearing God.

In the hearing of God we invite the supernatural to take over in our daily affairs. Now we can be at peace and fully confident in our being, for God is love. The problem is, most people only ‘think’ they understand love. They claim God cannot be love, but that is because they are not love. Most people reject God because he demands us to walk in REAL LOVE! And most people who claim to be love, do no harm, and yet when challenged of God to live fully in LOVE, say, “No thank you. I cannot live by your rules.” And what are those rules?

Love God with all your heart? Love people, even your enemy, as yourself?

So yes, sex without full commitment is not love! The God of love says it is sin. Stealing, lying, and cursing is not love! Living in luxury while someone is starving is not love! Oh my, I’m only just getting started. And you say God is not love? Because he demands, yes demands love, or you are not fit for the Kingdom of God?

And why would such a book as mine start by pointing out such blatant error, and twisted thinking in the mind of man? Hopefully… so we can wake up…become fully awake… and enter into God’s true REST…and the Beauty of Slow.

<End chapter one  of the teachings of Yinney.>

Far north of the Amazon, Frank was beginning his therapy, and Rachel decided to invite him to her church. Soon he would be released and if they had a future together as she hoped, now was the time to approach this subject. What better time?

Dorothy, on the other hand, was now in the midst of a full blown and passionate secret affair. Her emotions totally out of control. Desire was feeding a flame and she had the fever. Even in her new addiction she tried being as careful as possible, but it was hard. She had such a hunger, and little did she know the other woman, the wife, had suspected her husband of being unfaithful for many years, and she was just now placing a phone call to hire a Private-Eye to look into the matter.

“Something Demanding of Me.”

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“My enthusiasm knows no bounds, but as for my flock of 2? Our little Fellowship this day? We should not have gone out to eat. Neither Brenda nor Jason could hardly keep their eyes open as I tried so hard to share such treasure from God’s Word. It was like Jesus praying in the garden. How shall this rag-tag trio accomplish the Kingdom of God in the earth?

How shall this group make this great journey? We shall see. Some kind of progress, no matter how small, made every day. I remain hopeful, even against all odds.

Things can change in an instant. With no warning. “An unexpected something, suddenly.” Ever have that happen? My current status? > An old house. A Fellowship of 3. A vision from God, but much work on an old house must happen and only one old man to do it, “ME”. (And the drama thickens.) Miles and miles of journey ahead one step at a time. I see no other future than this long road, and no unexpected change. A vision from God not expected to change.

Whatever change may come, it will only serve to grow and fine tune the vision. This will be because of me, because of us, unless it’s not.

BUT IT ALREADY IS! Yes, I see that now! This is the vision!

This is the message already being lived for all to see. For Brenda, Jason, our kids and grand kids, for our friends in Churches we left, for anyone and everyone! This growing light slowly reaching out of a trio of underdogs ready to be crushed at any moment by a vision from God! This is our message and light! We already succeed with every feeble step!

Any unexpected changes suddenly, we must embrace. Nothing threatens us except selfishness, our own unwillingness to die. We already have what we need to succeed. God’s love, light, wisdom, peace, in us. We are fully equipped. We soar more and flap less! This light grows no matter what! A few more take note every day. A small crowd begins watching. This light growing through us!

Yes…this is the vision…one lone old man fighting against all odds. He has a vision. He is the underdog. He is likely to be crushed, but keeps going anyway. Now 2 more unlikely characters join him. Jason and Brenda. They are underdogs too. Now we have a trio of unlikely characters most likely to be crushed! And the world loves to watch a good wreck! But what if something beautiful actually comes of it? The world loves to watch that too. We love to be inspired.

How shall this story end? Even if they fall short, as long as they remain true, this is the light the world cannot resist. We all are drawn to the faithful underdogs of the world. Was not Jesus himself the ultimate example? Did he not go to his slaughter without even a word of defense, as a helpless lamb? Had God the Father himself not saved the day, what a sad ending, indeed, it would have been!

But this also is the light, is it not? Those willing to be a faithful underdog, to bring the Kingdom of God into the earth will know the power of God the Father in their behalf, even if it be after death!

Yes, this is the vision we’re already living. This light springs forth in this city and begins to grow. It may be feeble, small, and weak now, like a baby in a manger, but the light grows. It grew a little more yesterday, even with heavy eyes that wanted to sleep, and it grows a little more today, however God sees fit.

This is our ACT III. I am the old man, at 63, and aging. They say ACT III is the most important of any play! The whole movie can be ruined by a horrible ACT III! It is the ACT meant to bring meaning, understanding, victory, inspiration, make sense of everything that has preceded it, and make the audience glad they spent their money to watch that show!

I am moved to share a personal note: My mom and dad own a small farm of 35 acres. They are both in their eighties now. When I visit the farm it is so sad. There is so much potential in that place. There always has been. Money comes in from it every year, but it is squandered on useless and selfish living, and yet my parents are both so unhappy in their final years. They are ruining the movie of their life with a horrible ACT III. No one will leave their theater feeling happy or inspired. I lived there for two weeks in my teepee and it was depressing. I am not of that way.

They have chosen to dare no great things, and to live such small lives. Chase no dream with God. Help few people. Shine little light. For example, my daughter, their grand child and only “girl” grandchild, just had a baby shower for her very first baby, which is also a little girl, (of which we have so few)! But my mom sent a card only, with some money and a note. She said coming to the baby shower would be too much for her, and yet she went to Church 3 times on Easter Sunday! Sunrise service, which is very early. Then the normal service and the evening! Wow! And to top it off, my daughter said the card was very sad and hard to read. Such a sad ACT III. This is what their grand kids will remember after they are gone.

But we do not choose such a life.  We embrace the hardness of a warrior life to overcome evil with good deeds, even if we be the underdogs in such a world as this. And we put ourself intentionally, with the leading of our God, into something demanding of us!

God sets a mountain before us and invites to climb. It is always an invitation. Like my mom received an invitation to her grand daughter’s baby shower.

The mountain becomes our ACT III! This climb fills me with such delight! I am never bored! I never lack something to do or a reason to rise! I live another day to shine a light true of God’s Kingdom! Not the dead-end street of the mortal kingdom of man!

As I live in my spirit man, I know what it is to soar more, and flap less. Like the eagle, I live in high places where the wind may blow cold and hard, but the air is also rare, the sun bright, and the view spectacular! This is what I see as I walk each day! I do not see the old house and the unfinished garden! I see what might be because of me, if I’m willing! And the “ME” becomes “US” if we all embrace such a vision. What might be because of us?

Consider this, which movie would you pay good money to see? An old couple slowly dying in an old house, while complaining of every day and squandering every potential they have?

OR… an old man smiling with hope and passion as he tries climbing a mountain too big for him? He declares he will climb this mountain! But how can he? He will surely fall to his death! How can this be? But what if he does somehow climb it? Wouldn’t you like to see? And see what he sees from the top? And would we not be inspired by this old man, even if he died climbing? Even if he falls, while living a good dream? Fighting for something good and precious in this mortal land?

Who are these people who would dare such a lovely thing, even to their dying day? Lives truly living. They be people filled with the Spirit of God. Jesus himself said, his purpose for coming to earth with the Kingdom message was…

“I have come…that they might have life…and have it more abundantly.”

The details of what God has shown me to do with this place has still not been given. What I simply had to write today were feelings rolling in my soul after a Fellowship revealing how weak we all are, in the face of great things. The details are soon to come in the next article of “Learning to Share – Part IV”. Among other things, this blogsite is now also the story of a rag-tag group hoping to climb a spiritual mountain unto God. May this site contain the details of what ends up being because of US. May it somehow bring glory to the name of Christ, we pray in Jesus name. Amen. So be it.

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A Borrowed Tomb.

5838 Not too many people can “borrow” a tomb. As far as I know, all but one had to have another tomb just a little later.

As the Passover continues and the body of Jesus lay in the grave through this day, I still have my symbolic blood on my doorpost. Our Christian Passover meal and Fellowship was absolutely wonderful last night. And people driving past my house will see the red on the door until tomorrow.

Every holiday seems to have its own symbols. When we think of Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, or even Halloween, be that as it may. But the real Passover starts with the Lord’s Last Supper with his faithful guys, except for Judas, whom he exposed early on and Judas left the table. So before any symbol of Easter bunnies can show up at my house, we have the red cloth on the door post. Maybe we can start a new way of declaring Easter weekend. I think this really says it all.

Our above picture shows an open door. My wife took that picture, and until I saw her version with the open door, I really hadn’t thought about it. There is a doorway to the Kingdom of God that ONLY the blood of Jesus opens! If you want to try and tell God you have something just as good or better than the blood of his first begotten Son… good luck with that! I wouldn’t touch that with a 1,000 foot pole!

The blood of Christ has opened a door that is eternal, and it is the doorway to an eternal Kingdom. Our modern American Church likes to short-cut the Passover, cram it into one day and celebrate the resurrection more than the death. It short-cuts the Lord’s Supper into something that would not even be a good snack. And the man-made tradition of Lent even prevents a person from having lamb meat on Good Friday, which prevents a Passover meal altogether!

How have we come to such obvious perversions of our Lord’s most sacred mission? The modern church king has no clothes! Laodicea! Shame be on us! May God forgive our total lack of concern and preoccupation with our worldly agendas!

As a good friend of mine likes to say, “traditions of man” won’t get you to heaven, but they can certainly get you to hell. Think about it. Be REAL this Passover. Discover the REAL Jesus. He’s very awesome!

 

“Yinneythought” for the day.

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To follow Christ is to love gardens and fight jungles.

We serve the God of gardens.

Weeds love speed but gardens grow slow.

The beauty of slow.

Is your day today a garden, or jungle?

20190323_152932 “Yinney the Sloth who needed to Poo” is brought to you by:

“Fellowship of the White Path”

Jesus walked the red path of His own blood so we could walk the white path of His own righteousness.

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“Yinneythought” for the day.

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When I am weak, then am I strong. 

Sometimes the world needs wine from us when all we have to give is water.

I see miracles every day as God somehow turns my water, to wine, and meets needs I could never meet.

So never let the devil tell you that your water, or your two fishes and a little bread is not good enough.

We’re not the winemaker, God is.

“Yinney” Chapter 29

BLOG-16-05-2017-2 The desires of the flesh are a hungry thing indeed, unless tamed by the spirit. Dorothy wrestled with herself as to what to do? Did she really want to? There would be no going back.

She had been hunting Jack for a while now. Jack had a wife and child. He would have as much to lose as her, if they were caught. She knew he was ready, even if he didn’t admit it to himself. If she offered he would say yes. The hunt had been successful and she had been in control the whole time, slowly leading him down her lonely path.

Dorothy was proud of her figure now. As she worked hard at the spa and the pounds rolled off and muscles tightened up, more guys came around, but Jack had been her target all along.

Even her husband, Jerry, had complimented her, but nothing seemed to get through that workaholic mindset of his. Her home continued being a lonely and passionless palace. She loved her two children, but she had a big empty place they could not fill, and maybe Jack could. So as she threw her stuff in the car and headed towards the spa she knew what was in her mind to do. She craved romance, and Jack was offering.

Many times predator people don’t even know who’s hunting who? Jack would have said he was the hunter and Dorothy the prey. She couldn’t resist his macho charm. But one thing is certain when uncontrolled desire is at the driver’s wheel, no one is thinking clearly, and in the pursuit of what they want, neither may like the total of what they get.

Frank headed out for another night of patrolling his New York City beat, but first his usual stop at the coffee shop to get Rachel. She had been really shaken by the high rise execution she witnessed that night, but between Frank and her daughter, they made sure she had all the support she needed.

Rachel was falling in love with Frank, but he had been in love with her all along. However, that night of the execution had put a fear in her she did not know if she could get past? Her only problem with Frank had become his job! She didn’t know if she could live with knowing every time her husband went to work, he would be facing animals in the night, and he might not come back! This had been eating at her ever since that night, but she could not bring herself to tell him. She was praying hard she would get over it, but so far that fear was holding her kisses at bay. As he let her off at the subway entry, her quick good-bye kiss remained purposely shallow, even though she loved him so much. She didn’t know what she was going to do?

She paused at the steps of the subway and watched his squad car slowly driving away. A cold wind whipped at her neck and face as she stood there watching. Before he was even out of sight she saw his lights come on, heard the siren wail, the car made a sharp turn and he was hitting the gas. Something was happening! And he was on his way. What was he on his way to face this time? He was a hero protecting people like her from the predators in the night. She loved that about him, but hated it too. She said a prayer under her breath and descended into the concrete opening.

Frank hadn’t picked up his partner yet at the precinct, but this was an all-points emergency call. A large gang-fight had just broken out in the midst of Central Park. Innocent people were caught in the crossfire. Other officers would be converging on the park and his partner would catch a ride. He was not far from the site, and one of the first to arrive.  Another squad car was already broadside to the park and officers outside the car, using it as a shield and guns pulled.

Frank ran the nose of his car close to their trunk and jumped out to join them. A lady jogger came running out of the dingy lit streets screaming for help. Her leg was bleeding as she struggled to run. Frank managed to leap out and grab her, pulling her behind the car.

“What is your name?” he asked as he assessed her wound. She was so panicked she couldn’t do anything but cry. Two more squad cars came racing in. Soon they would have enough to enter the park, but Frank needed to help this woman. An ambulance would be arriving anytime, but until then, he needed to keep pressure on her leg.

Two more citizens came running out. Neither of them hurt. One was able to give information as to where the fight broke out. Two helicopters began lighting up the area. Riot gear and shields were quickly being handed out. An ambulance arrived and two officers assisted the lady to it. Frank would soon be entering the woods of Central Park.

Rachel’s phone lit up with an alert, warning everyone to stay away from the Park. News stations were already at the scene as close as they could get, broadcasting as much as they could. A shaking began in her body as she rode the subway. This was not the normal shaking, but a fear of knowing Frank was there, and what if?

Thousands of miles away in the Amazon Rain Forest, Yinney was enjoying being home in his 7th Day Tree after his six day voyage through the neighborhood. He fully expected Lu-Lu, or Me-Me, or Jo-Jo, or all three to stop in at any time and he would tell them of his encounters with Capy the capybarra, Kujo the spider monkey, and Bubba the Buddhist howler monkey. He was looking so forward to the fellowship.

High in his tree he heard Jag crying somewhere distant in the jungle. The Jaguar was hungry again, and letting everyone know. How had such a good God designed such a horrible world, he asked himself. Then just as quickly reminded himself, this was not God’s design, this was man’s. Man blamed it on the woman. The woman blamed it on the snake. But God held Adam accountable. He had failed to keep and tend the perfect garden.

In the end, Dorothy would probably blame Jerry. Jerry would say he was just trying to provide what his family deserved. Jack would likely try to blame Dorothy, but that boat really wouldn’t float. The gangsters would likely blame their horrible childhoods, and maybe rightly so, as their parents blamed their horrible childhoods. But who did it first? Yinney decided Adam gets the original blame, but blaming wouldn’t solve anything as the world turns on planet earth. Only the love of God can change a predator’s heart.

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“Yinney” – Chapter 21

Sloth-Hanging-Out_300x300 Yinney was just preparing to head out on his first six day journey to tell others in the neighborhood about his 7th Day Tree and invite all seekers of peace to visit and have spiritual discussions. However, his plans were suddenly interrupted when Lu-Lu, Me-Me, and Jo-Jo came flying into the tree with wings all a flutter!

“Yinney! Don’t go yet! We think we got it!” Lu-Lu blurted out.

Yinney became motionless except for three slow blinks of his eyes as he tried to understand what the three macaws were talking about? First he blinked one time, then a second, and a slow third. “You got what?” he finally asked.

“We got a name for our Fellowship!” Jo-Jo loudly declared.

“Ohhhh, wonderful! Let’s hear what you have come up with this time? Surely it must be a good one to be as excited as you are.”

“Yes! Yes!” all three happily agreed. “It is the best one yet! It perfectly fits the theme of our message and Fellowship. And with you about to go out witnessing, teaching, and inviting, it would help if you have a name for the Fellowship!”

All three macaws were talking at the same time, but he heard every word and was delighted they were taking such an interest. “Okay, what have you got?”

Suddenly the birds went totally quiet, starring at each other with blank faces.

“We never decided who would make the announcement,” Lu-Lu pointed out.

“I think you should, Lu-Lu,” Jo-Jo said. “You’ve been here the longest.”

“Oh but I couldn’t,” she declared. “That would not be fair. We all worked on this. We all prayed about it. We all agreed it was from God. And Me-Me really thought of it first.”

“But you’re the leader,” Me-Me immediately countered.

Yinney watched in amazement as the macaws debated the issue at a speed he could only dream of. Fortunately, there was no schedule to his journey. This was part of his way, a sacred way, the beauty of slow, in which one can always take the time to appreciate the simple things, like enjoying friends just the way they are.

“We could draw straws,” Me-Me suggested.

“Yes! Lets draw straws! I’ve always wanted to do that! It’s on my bucket list!” Jo-Jo excitedly declared. “The short straw makes the announcement!”

“But why is it the short straw that always is the one?” Me-Me asked. “Why not the long straw?”

Or the middle straw!” Lu-Lu added.

The entertainment continued as the bright blue birds flew about gathering three twigs. Then it required another big decision as to who would mix the twigs and hold them. It ended up being Jo-Jo. Finally it was decided it would be the middle straw. Then the macaws drew. After a very diligent comparison, it was decided Me-Me had the middle straw and would give the announcement.

“Ahem!” she cleared her throat signifying she was about to make the announcement. “We believe…as in us three believe…that being Lu-Lu, Jo-Jo, and I, that a very excellent name for our Fellowship would be…wait for it….wait for it… ”

“Oh come on, Me-Me! Just say it!” Lu-Lu ordered.

“The Fellowship of the 7th Day!”

Now everyone was quiet again. A small gleam could be seen growing brighter and brighter in Yinney’s eyes as he meditated upon the possible name. Other names had been proposed over that past week or so, but all were rejected. This was the longest he had pondered. The macaws grew more anxious the longer he took. Was it really taking him this long, or was he exercising them in patience? One could never be sure with Yinney.

“Are you looking for an answer now?” he asked.

“YES!!!” all three birds loudly responded.

“Well I love it. It’s perfect,” he said. “We shall be known as the ‘Fellowship of the 7th Day’, because God finished all his work in six, and then entered REST on the seventh. Adam and Eve were created on that sixth day, and then entered into God’s REST with him on the seventh. And in that 7th Day REST they lived, resting in God’s finished work, until the rest was destroyed by their betrayal. Yes, it is a very nice summation of the heart of our message. Well done Macaws! I will go forth with our new name, the Fellowship of the 7th Day!

The macaws were clapping and slapping each other on the back. They were so happy. “We knew it was the one!” they shouted. Yinney declared they should share drinks and celebrate the new name. There was no hurry to his leaving. And so they did.

Only God can watch the drama playing all over the earth at the same time. The individual lives experiencing joy or sadness; pleasure or pain at any given moment. God was aware of Jerry celebrating his latest big deal over a drink at the bar, and he was aware of Dorothy, Jerry’s wife, home alone and bored.

He also saw Rachel tossing and turning in bed, trying to sleep after eye-witnessing an execution. Even the sleeping pill wasn’t working. He saw Clara as she heard her mother get back up and go to the kitchen. He saw Frank leaving the scene of the crime, climbing back into his car and beginning to drive. He would slowly cruise by Rachel’s apartment, wishing he could go in and comfort her, but that would need to wait, still eight hours away.

He saw the macaws up late still working on the Fellowship name, because they wanted Yinney to have it as he went forth. He would watch them share that name with great joy that next morning, as Frank and Rachel drank coffee at a simple table, and she tried to understand how people can be so cruel.

There were no easy answers. At least none that man wanted to accept, as God watched it all, and brooded over his children, both saved and lost alike.

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“Yinney” – Chapter 20

sla-industries Rachel had just witnessed a murder. She was in no physical danger herself, but her mind kept repeating the execution style actions so heartlessly carried out. “How can people do that?” she almost yelled into the phone without realizing.

Unfortunately, Frank was still tied up at the precinct, but the call was immediately put forth and Officers were on the way. “You got at least two squad cars that will be there in less than two minutes, Rachel. They’re on the way. Are you sure you’re in no danger?

“Yes, I’m too far away. They couldn’t see me, but I watched the execution like black shadows performing on a high stage. It was awful, Frank. I can’t get it out of my head. How do you deal with such things on a daily basis?”

Rachel didn’t even realize the light drizzle had returned and she was shivering from head to toe. It was a chilly nasty night in every way, and now her mind would be scarred forever with what she had seen. She considered going to the scene where the man’s body had fallen. It couldn’t be far away. She actually heard the body slam the concrete; or did her mind play tricks?

“I would like to say you get use to it,” Frank answered, “but you really don’t. I do it for people like you, Rachel. Most of us are what I call ‘human’, we have a conscience and a set of morals. We just want to live and let live. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. But there are other people who are nothing but animals. They live like animals and die the same way. These people take the theory of Evolution to the extreme. Somebody has to be that hedge of protection from the animals in our world. I’m part of that hedge.”

Now she understood. No matter how much she thought she understood before, she did not. Now she felt the difference in her very soul. Thank God for people like Frank, she thought. “Do I need to go there and be a witness?”

“No. Don’t even go there. I’ll add your name to the list and someone will probably meet with you. Just to be sure if you have anything important to add, but from the sound of it, you don’t. Unless there is some hard evidence turned up at the scene, most likely these guys have disappeared into the night. They might be living right next to you, Rachel. You can never be too careful. Make sure Clara understands this too.”

“I will,” she said, and began walking towards her apartment at a rather rapid pace, her heart still racing, and suddenly realizing how cold she was.

“I’m leaving now and heading to the scene. I’ll see what I can find out. How soon can I see you? You’re gonna need to talk to someone. I know Clara is there, but what about tomorrow?”

Rachel thought for a moment as she hurried down the cold wet sidewalk. “I guess a morning coffee would be good, if you want to join me?”

“Just name the time. I’ll be there.”

Rachel finally reached her apartment and immediately grabbed Clara in a big hug. Clara looked at her mom wondering what was going on?

“I saw a man cold blooded executed tonight!” she began. “He was on his knees begging for his life and these animals shot him in the head like he was nothing! As if life means nothing! I actually heard his body hit the ground! I can’t get this out of my head! I keep seeing it and hearing it. I don’t know how I’m gonna sleep tonight?”

The look of horror on Clara’s face didn’t last long as she immediately went into rescue mode for her mother. This was a new twist, but they would always be there for each other. “I know what we’re gong to do. First we’re going to make sure all our doors and windows are locked tight. Then I’m going to fix us some hot chocolate and you’re going to talk as much as you need. Then you’re going to take a sleeping pill tonight, and tomorrow will be all better. I assume you called that boy friend of yours. At least I hope you did.”

“Yes, I did.”

Frank arrived at the scene of the usual police tape marking off the area and squad car lights flashing. “I wonder what this guy’s story was? Well, whatever it was, it’s over now.

We all have a “The End” to our story, whether our book has many pages or few, we do not know. But the only thing that really matters is what we have filled those pages with. Will those who have read our story, been affected by our story, will it be worth reading, does it lead somewhere worth leading?

Many many miles away in the Amazon Rain Forest, Yinney had predators of his own to deal with. His was a peaceful world high in the trees, while slowly eating leaves. He started every day with his sacred morning song as he sang to his Creator and prayed for a supernatural protection. God had a hedge of protection also, and even though the will of God sometimes meant very hard things, at least what God chose had an important purpose, like Jesus on the cross. He would thank his God and never take for granted the precious blood of his Lord and Saviour.

Rising morning sun, I greet you. Singing morning birds, I thank you. Gentle cooling breeze, I welcome you. Great and mighty tree, I hang from you.

Predators may lurk jungle below, but our ways are higher in the trees. Our ways are touched with cooling breeze. Our ways invisible in the leaves. Our ways are blessed in peaceful flow. Our ways are blessed with S-O-U-L.

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