The Current and the Outcast

Introduction – The Current There once was created a being so brilliant and so dazzling that he stood amongst the top of all God’s created beings. And, like other created beings, this one too had the gift of freewill; for God, in His perfect love does not force His creation to love Him, but rather to choose to reflect love back to its Author. This being was called Lucifer. When Lucifer observed the glory of God upon himself, he coveted it and used the gift of freewill to steal it for his own. But, a created being cannot steal from its Creator and the once high being was evicted from Heaven and conquered at the cross by Christ Jesus The Lord. Evicted, that ancient serpent, who is called the devil and Satan, injected God’s created mankind with the venom of his own sin; conquered, that furious dragon now wages war against them. He has set up his evil kingdom in the realms of mankind and established a government for the purpose of evil calling to evil for destruction. The sin nature within mankind is enticed by the evil forces. Where the evil flesh of a man ends and the evil influence of a demon begins is invisible to man’s eye. But, like vipers hidden in crevices and camouflaged in grass, the absence of sight does not diminish the threat of danger, it heightens it. Satan and his demonic government stealthily stir the tides in the functioning of worldly things. Ordering his demons to sabotage the created intent, they appeal to man’s existing sin nature and sweep him obliviously along in a treacherous current further away from God. Those who resist this current which buoys the masses who hate loving and love hating, find themselves an outcast in their own world. A Historic Grudge There were two seated in the truck that late Spring afternoon and yet there were three present. The driver was a seventeen year old fair headed boy known for his uprightness and innocence. It was ironic that it was just these admirable characteristics which prevented the inclusion he wanted from others into a lifestyle he did not. His Achilles heel, like so many other teenage boys, was a pretty face that could launch a thousand ships. This time his juvenile crush was on a small brown-eyed brunette girl, Kate, who was as wild as ragweed. She was lost and looked to whispering tigers to scratch the itch she found impossible to reach. One of her attempts last month, not that it was her most recent, was resulting in a small but life shattering problem. When her faithful monthly visitor, which assured her with its nagging demands that life was still okay, stopped coming; she knew that another more demanding person was about to enter the picture. Hopeless, she now turned to an assassin of a doctor to make her whole again. The third person in the truck was an uninvited and ambitious demon. He sat between the two kids massaging the girl’s neck with his filthy clawed hands and blowing puffs of smoke into her mind. With his tail he covered the boy’s eyes to distort his vision and prevent any unnecessary involvement. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” “No, I’ll be fine. Just come back in about an hour or so.” “I think I’ll just sit here and wait. You know, just in case you finish up early.” “Thanks. You’re so sweet.” With this last expression of appreciation the girl got out of the truck and moved nervously down the cracked walkway neglected like the intentionally low profile building it led to. Everything about it told the casual observer that there was nothing to see here. She paused but didn’t look back. She stared at the lifeless steel door in front of her. It accused her, “Murderer!” An explosion of tears welled up from within but was suppressed by a stony face. She seized the handle of her accuser, heaved it behind her, and moved determinedly passed it. The boy watched the girl’s mechanical step down the path and saw her hesitate before the door doubtful of her decision. He furrowed his brow in confused frustration, what else could he do to help? With his eyes opened, he would be too embarrassed if someone noticed him sitting there alone with his eyes closed, he prayed. He prayed for the girl, for safety of the procedure, and for the little spirit within her which only being a couple of months woven with flesh would now be separated from its chance at life on earth. Only fifteen minutes had passed and the small girl pushed her giant steel hinged accuser out of the way from behind. It accused her again, “Coward!” She jogged back to the truck, hopped in, and said, “Drive! Just go!” “What happened?” the boy said as he hurriedly started the truck and threw it into reverse thinking someone may come after her. “I’m keeping my baby” she resolutely replied, “I don’t know what happened. I had my mind made up when I went in but then all of a sudden I just felt like everything would be okay. I felt like this baby has a purpose…like I have a purpose.” Tears, a mix of sorrow, fear, shame, relief, and love, all comingled together, broke through the windows of that beautiful façade, and washed down her cheeks. “What can I do to help?” “Just promise me you’ll always be my friend.” The boy smiled and nodded. He could do that. The demon was left behind at the clinic still stunned by the burst of light which had struck him. All of his effort and time spent on this one girl was lost. He had had tremendous success in the past thousands of years but this one girl was the starting point of his ingenious plan to set in motion a domino effect of evil that would echo across eternity and serve to position himself for an even higher appointment. He had spent decades watching, waiting, crafting, manipulating, and fighting. Now, in one sudden unexplained burst of light, it was all gone. Gathering himself he flew towards the truck and took up his position between the two. He sniffed the boy and smelled a horrible fragrance; it was the incense of prayer. The demon writhed in fury like a tornado and had he been tangible would’ve destroyed the entire truck. He uttered a vow, “You will pay for this little praying boy. I will crush you, Jay.” This being written in his stone, Spaw returned to exact his vengeance on other demons stealing what he could to make up for years of lost climbing. A Current Discovery Thirty years later… Jack Allen was a typical fifteen year old boy. Fair hair, blue eyes, pale skin that refused to tan, he was average in his lanky five foot two inch stature and developing coordination; but what he lacked physically he made up for in mental aptitude.