Christian Living

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A Real Nowhere Man
(Saga Of The Walking Dead)
© 2007

by

Stephen A. Peterson


Ron Taylor, 20, was a young man who did not have anyone he could call a friend. For in Ron’s view people were just another opportunity to be studied or patterned then manipulated out of their worldly possessions. Ron was a profiteer and con artist who saw no wrong preying on people. In his world view truth is relative—that is, right or wrong depends upon how one view this concept. Ron, in addition to separating people from their wealth also profited from the trade and sell of girls and women in and outside of the United States.

Another of the ways Ron took advantage of people was to have people believe they could earn hundreds, even thousands of dollars stuffing envelopes at home. He sign up people using the internet requiring a one time $36.00 fee for a special “how to do it” packet. In the first month, Ron brought in a net profit of a little more than $8,000.00.

Ron presented himself as a medical doctor specializing in weight control selling expensive packages of pills and information. However, the most sinister of Ron’s activities was the sell and transporting of girls and women. Ron became connected with men and women in six countries that promised girls and women with money and phony contract jobs in the United States and Canada. When they their home countries, these girls and women would be diverted to countries where they would be sold into slavery for work, prostitution or into the sex movie making industries. Within three years, Ron was pulling in more than $600,000.00 a month! When law enforcement would get close to being able to arrest Ron, he would leave and set up in another area. Ron always seemed to anticipate when the law was getting to close. Due to his success, Ron became confident that he was more intelligent and smarter than anyone. He also believed he would never get caught so there was no reason to change he was doing.

For 19 years Ron continued in his nefarious operations becoming so materially wealthy that he decided to go into legitimate and socially acceptable businesses. Now at the age of 39, Ron was 21 billion dollars wealthy with what seemed to be a very bright future ahead of him. He bought and invested in a cell phone company, pharmaceuticals, and in an alternative fuel industry. Within two years, Ron’s net worth was now at more than two and half trillion dollars and climbing!

Then one August afternoon while riding on his horse across his 1280 acre ranch, Ron fell off his horse that failed to make the leap over a short hedge. He was rushed to a Tulsa hospital and immediately taken into intensive care. While the doctors performed surgery to repair his badly broken leg, they noticed that his red blood cell count was not normal. Once Ron awoke from his 8 hour long surgery, he was informed that he had a serious form of cancer. He might live 60 days if he was lucky.

Not believing what he had heard, Ron demanded and received a second, third and fourth medical opinion. Each opinion reported the same or nearly the same result—that he had less than a year to live. When the fourth and last set of results came in, Ron’s whole life seemed to flash before his eyes. At that moment, the heartless and tough man who for so many years manipulated and abused so many began to cry. Then at that very moment, he was taken back to his youth when his mother and father tried to get him to believe in God, attend church services and to respect the lives of every living person. But Ron wanted things. He wanted fine cars, the latest electronics and a pocket full of money. When his parents could not give him what he wanted, he rebelled. Ron daily mocked them as stupid, ignorant, fools because his father was a poorly educated vegetable picker and his mother a housekeeper. Soon his rebellious behavior caused him to drop out of school at 16 then leave home at 17 to, in his words, “make his fortune”. After nearly two years of begging and stealing, he started his criminal activities.

When his parents died in a house fire, he laughed and said to himself, “it serves them right! While friends and family attended his parent’s funeral, Ron stayed away. He jested at the fact that the old idiots were gone. “Darn fools! There ain’t no God! God is a myth!”

Ron had been in the hospital 5 days, when the doctor came to his room to inform him that the illness was matastizing faster than they had previously thought. That he would probably not live but another week. The doctor asked Ron if he would like to speak to a hospital chaplain but he immediately responded that he did not believe in the myth of God. Then, in an angry outburst, Ron demanded the doctor leave. “How dare that idiot mention God to me? Dad burn fool!”

As the doctor left his room, Ron began seeing all the people he short changed and manipulate over the years. Then a girl, about 14 years old, he did not know who had been sexually abused, tortured and died as a result of Ron came to his side and told him no one should die alone. The young Asian girl said she would be there to ease his suffering. Ron asked her why she was even in his room. She smiled then told Ron that she was sent to him by God to help him if only he believed.

“How? Who? What?” questioned Ron.

She told Ron that all people sin and needed salvation. In particular, she went on, “Jesus Christ, who died for you and me.”

“So where is this Jesus?” snorted Ron.

“Everywhere,” she responded. “He’s right here, right now beside me looking right at you!”
“Where? I don’t see anybody but you! You’re lying to me!” yelled Ron.

“You can’t see Him because you have always rejected Him. Your heart is cold and hard. You will only see Him when your heart is open to Him Ron.”

“Why are you really here, if you are really here? What’s your name? Where are you from?” Ron shouted again.

“My name is Juanita Rosario. You had me sold into prostitution where I was raped and tortured by evil men and women who beat me daily on my back, arms and legs for more than two years before I died at age 14. I am here because I really feel for you and your immortal soul. I also want to show you God’s mercy, compassion and unconditional love in your time of greatest need.”

“Why should you care about me? I was responsible for your rape, torture and death!”

“I forgive you, Ron. Now I want you to experience the eternal love and happiness that comes by being in heaven with the Lord. Being in heaven is so great! It’s so wonderful! And it can be your home forever when you acknowledge that Jesus is your Savior by faith and seek his forgiveness of every sin you ever committed regardless of what you did. All would be forgiveness Ron. Trust me!”

At that very moment Ron experienced what could be described as shooting pain followed by more pain as his entire body was on fire. Although he asked and received countless drinks of water and medication, his suffering and pain continued.

“No! There is no God! Now if there was God, why does He allow me to suffer like this? Sure, I’ve done some really things in life. But I don’t think I desire to suffer like this,” screamed Ron. “If there is a God, He is supposed treat people with compassion and not let them hurt like this.

The young girl went over to the hospital stand, opened up one of its drawers to remove the Bible. Juanita began reading the Bible to the dying man as well as speak of Jesus and His goodness. No matter how long the girl spoke about Jesus, Ron continued to deny God’s existence.

“Get away I tell you!” shouted Ron. “You’re just these drugs playing tricks on me! There is NO God! Nurse! Nurse! I need something for my pain! Darn it! Hurry up will you people! I paid good money to be in this stupid hospital! Leave me whoever or whatever you are! I don’t need you! I need God! I just need something for this pain! Give me something NOW!

At that Juanita Rosario cried. “Ron Taylor I tried so hard to convenience you that there is God. He loves you so much and His love is unconditional. He is here. His heart is broken. So I will leave you as you wish. Good-bye Ron Taylor. Good-bye!”

Within a few days Ron began to get better. The doctors who attended to Ron were shocked and amazed at Ron’s recovery. He was able to leave the hospital in four days.

“God!” he retorted. “I know there was no God. It was just the effects of all the drugs I was taking. It was those doctors’ fault I went through all of these things. Get me a lawyer!” Ron said to his driver as they were driving back to his estate. “I’m gonna to those doctors and that hospital for putting me through that horrible experience. Those doctors were and are a bunch of hacks. I’m gonna sue them for a $100,000,000! I’ll fix ‘em! Dad burn perverts!”

As he dialed the cell phone to contact his attorneys, Ron suffered a massive heart attack. This time Ron did not make it to a hospital. In the twinkling of an eye, Ron saw the face of Jesus. He marveled at the warmth and special feeling he felt by Christ’s radiance, majesty and presence.

“Oh my! There really is God! I made a mistake about you and your existence!”

“Well, yes you did Ron Taylor,” responded Jesus.

“Oh my! Oh, oh my! Lord, can I have a second chance? Please! If I have a second chance, I’d do right, Lord! I promise if you’ll just me have three hours back on earth, I’ll straighten my life out. I’d give my wealth to others, free all of those girls and women, and pray really hard for an hour.”

“Ron,” said Jesus. “You had so man opportunities. I gave you one last chance through Juanita Rosario. You ignored everything she told you. She was right. I was present in your midst, Ron Taylor, but you never wanted to see me. You have no one to blame but yourself. I do not know you. You have condemned yourself. Now go to the place you have prepared for yourself. You have no faith in me. You never clothed me when I was naked, fed me when I was hungry, visited me when I was in prison or hear my cries when I was beaten, tortured and raped.”

“What are you talking about Lord? I never saw you naked, hungry or in anybody’s prison or suffering torture, beaten or raped,” screamed Ron.

“You nowhere man! Every girl and woman you had sold that cried for clothing, food, water, mercy, compassion was Me, Ron Taylor. More importantly you never recognized Me because you were too busy in your worldly world to notice. Away with you, Ron Taylor!”

At that moment, every fiber of Ron’s body became racked with pain. Pain he had never, every before experienced. He began to curse, cuss and swear as he sank deeper and deeper into an abyss—the place of the damned where never ending suffering is the dead’s’ reward.

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