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Blog Book, Day 3

Hello people. Before I write today's bit of my blog book, I want to say that yesterday at the school was orientation. It was funish. Um...These two guys tried many methods of salesmanship to persuade me to join ROTC. They were very effective. I might just do it, only one problem. It would take the place of dance class which means I have no need for those awesome Birdcrab hightops. :( What do you guys think I should do? (Let me know in the comments.) OK Blog Book time. Read it, like it, share it with everyone you know.




-Please open your Bibles to John chapter one. Let's read together.
The pastor at the 'church in the ghetto' as it was affectionately named, urged his people. Moments later, dozens of voices rose as one.

-In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by Him and without Him was not anything made. In Him was life and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness and the darkness comprehended it not.


The congregation continued to read, but Jacob heard none of it.
-Are you really going to leave Him and His glory and all things good?
-Oh c'mon Drogo, it can't be that bad. Look at all of those humans down there, weak as they are, they will worship you. 
-That's not right though, Hototo...
-See that beautiful one down there?
-Yeah.
-She's your wife if you just leap. See you in a few little brother.
-what?
Hototo jumped and glided down to earth along with dozens of other angels, Drogo reluctantly followed. 


-Satan and his demons are lurking, seeking who they may devour...


-Bring me Drogo Achak.
The two large guards did as they were bid.
-Yes brother?
-I have an assignment for you. I recently got wind of- wait. What is bothering you?
-Nothing. It is nothing.
Drogo looked solemnly at the floor, then at Hototo sprawled easily on his dark blood red throne.
-Okay then. As I was saying, I recently got wind of a young girl that God has great plans for. I want you to crush her. 
-What is her name?
-Reitein Vondola.
-Consider it done.



A young man and woman swing their little daughter between them as they walk. Nearby her three older brothers frolic joyfully. It was a bright Sunday afternoon and everyone was full after the church fellowship potluck. Suddenly the wind began to blow and dark clouds appeared out of nowhere. A blue flame descended out of the sky. 
-Children, come close to me.
The father commanded.
-Daddy I'm afraid.
The girl clutched the hands of her parents, her mom scooped her up and held her close.
-Don't worry, little Rei. Whatever happens is for God's glory and the good of those that love Him.
The blue flame flew at the woman, entering her body and burning her from the inside out. She dropped the child and screamed until finally after a few moments becoming a pile of ash on the cement. Her family looked on in shocked horror, the child cried out
-Mommy!!!
The blue flame burned the father and brothers in the same horrific manner before turning to the girl. 
-Jesus, I don't know how you will use this.
She looked up at heaven with tear filled blue eyes. Drogo realized what he had just done, what he had been doing for centuries. Suddenly the winds calmed and the clouds vanished. 
-Are you okay?
A boy of about fifteen years with black hair and pasty skin walked up to the girl crumpled on the ground.
-It-it ...Mommy!
The boy took her into his arms.
- I will take care of you now, little Rei. No one will ever crush you again.
The girl clutched his shirt tightly and cried herself to sleep.

-Jacob!
Rei shook him violently.
-Jacob wake up.
-Wha-
Jacob blinked awkwardly, he seemed to have fallen down and was sprawled across the floor, surrounded by concerned church members.
-Jac, you were doing it again. That screamy terrifying thing that you do in your sleep.
-Oh. Oh dear, how embarrassing. I'm sorry Rei.
He looked into her crystal blue eyes and marveled once again at the beautiful young woman that she had become in the past eleven years. The pastor of the church approached.
-May I have a private word with you Jacob?
-Yes sir.
Jacob followed the pastor to his study and sat in one of the velvety chairs.
-Are you okay?
-Yes, just a flashback.
-That was a little extreme for a flashback. You were screaming and thrashing like a wild beast. This lasted for a good hour.
-I have had a rough past. Surely you understand?
-Yes. Jesus can heal that, you know. Have you accepted Him as Lord and Ruler of your heart and life and as your Saviour?
-I am too far gone for saving, but Lord and Ruler yes.
-No one is too far gone, Jacob.
-You don't understand. I don't think you know what I have done in my past.
-No one is too far for the love of Christ.
-I will think about it.
-Good.

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