Rapture Theory

He woke up slowly with his head pounding and spinning with a nauseas feeling in his stomach. The protestor from the Bilderberg meeting was finally coming to. One of the paramilitary guards had used chloroform on him to knock him out for the flight over from Switzerland. As he gathered his thoughts and came back to reality he realized he was strapped down when he tried to use his hands. My God where am I, he thought to himself. He couldn’t see anything in the total darkness of the area surrounding him. His mind wandered back to remembering what had happened that lead him here. Suddenly fear poured over his whole mind and body, with that he began to shake uncontrollably. He tried to yell for help but couldn’t open his mouth with the duct tape over it.

After a few minutes of unadulterated fear and tired of struggling against the binds that held him firmly to the table he grew quiet again and still. He was concentrating on finding a calm center and controlling his breathing so his hyperventilating didn’t make him pass out again. Thoughts of how stupid he was began to take over as he wished he could kick himself for doing something so dumb to get in this mess. Knowing that way of thinking wouldn’t get him anywhere he began to try to think of a way out. Think! Think! Think! He thought. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t see, the lights were out and there was a chill in the air, this is hopeless he thought.

Once he came to the realization that there was nothing he could do to escape from whatever awaited him his thoughts immediately went to cry out to Jesus Christ. He remembered back to when he had gotten saved at a Franklin Gram Crusade a few years earlier. Although since then he had always questioned his new faith it was only because he didn’t feel as if he deserved it or even could be truly saved from his sins. As he recited a prayer in his mind he felt an almost supernatural peace spread all over his body, mind, and spirit. At that exact moment he heard a noise and if this room had a door someone was just beyond it.

As the door crept open the light from the hallway flooded the room and temporarily blinded him until his eyes adjusted to it. The Majestic Six all filed into the safe room turning the lights on as they entered and encircled the protestor that was lying on a table in the middle of the room. Joshua then began to slowly pace around the protestor examining his offering. The protestor closed his eyes tight and opened them again trying to help adjust to all the light now flooding his sight. As his eyes refocused he found himself starring into the eyes of evil itself, Joshua. When Joshua met with the protestors eyes he reached and pulled out his jewel encrusted sacrificial knife and began to twirl it in his hand for a moment. Then before anyone could blink an eye Joshua snatched the duct tape off the protestor’s mouth. When he did this there was a small yelp of pain from the protestor and Joshua began to address his offering.

“Hello my friend. I hope you are content with your accommodations thus far. So tell me what might your name be?”

“M-m-Michael.” The protestor sputtered out through his dry throat.

“Ha!” Joshua burst out in his usual sinister laugh. He bent low next to Michael’s ear and began to quietly speak to him. “I know a Michael and my friend you are no Michael. You’re nothing but a sneaky little worm of a man, about to be worm food.”

“What did I do? Why are you doing this to me?” Michael asked as he tried to unsuccessfully pull away from Joshua.

“Well, where do I start to answer your questions? For starters you trespassed into my meeting. Not only that but you also accosted my brother and sister, the Prince of Whales and your own President. That alone gets you the death penalty around here my friend.” Joshua explained. Joshua could feel the Holy spirit in Michael yet he didn’t mention it from fear of causing conflicting thoughts in his minions in the room listening. So Joshua leaned over closer this time and put his and knife next to Michael’s throat then whispered in Michael’s ear with his sneering voice.

“I know you’re a Christian I can feel it. So that you know why, it’s also the reason you’re going to die tonight.” Michael didn’t know what to do when he heard that. He didn’t want to deny Jesus but he also didn’t want to die. So he did the only thing that felt right to do and lost his cool.

“Jesus, please help me, Jesus!” Michael shouted out and Joshua started to laugh again while poking Michael in a taunting manner.

“Where is your God, Michael?” Where is he? There is no Jesus or he would be here, but I’m here Michael. Why not cry out to me? I would hear you and I might not kill you. I guarantee you Jesus is not going to save you tonight.” Michael started to panic. There was no way he could deny Jesus. He would not deny him he would hold strong to his new faith to the end. If he felt that he didn’t deserve to be saved before then he really wouldn’t if he denied his savior.

“I can’t do that!” Michael burst out while lunging toward Joshua. “I won’t deny my Lord. He will save me tonight, I know he will.”