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Topic: Write for the FANTASY and/or SCI FI Genre (10/16/14)
- TITLE: Terror
By Dot Hannah
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October 22, 2014
At two o’clock in the morning of January 16th, 2016, the unbelievable occurred. Terrorists entered our home with guns and hatchets. The vast majority of Americans were of the persuasion that it could not, would not ever happen. Attacks on the Jewish population had been a common occurrence, but prideful Americans, with our heads in the sand, refused to accept that we would ever experience such. Even when people at their workplace had been beheaded because they refused to accept a certain religion, it was explained away as just schemes of a few extremists.
We were admonished to carefully follow instructions. “Get dressed and march into the street,” we were told. It was cold, dark and a light snow lay upon the ground, as we stood in a straight line with numerous others who had already been herded there. I was terrified, feeling like this couldn’t be happening, in exhausted shock. The flame of the stars seemed to have gone out. The noise level quickly increased as terrified children, dazed and in wonder, cried and begged to know from their parents what was taking place. There was no place to hide; those who ran were mowed down with semi-automatic weapons in the back. Fear overcame us, and many collapsed, dying from heart attacks. I heard the prayers of a great number of people crying out to God. Why had we waited so long, been so complacent?
We had encountered a world we could have never imagined. My brain began to reel. If you could have looked into my heart at that moment, you would have witnessed raging emotions. Then, the most astonishing sight I had ever witnessed! People were being beheaded before my very eyes. Heart racing, an unspeakable melancholy descended upon me. My husband, standing beside me, took my hand and tenderly said, “I love you. You must not convert to this ungodly religion.” “Of course not,” I agreed, knowing the end result when we refused. I tried to pray and remember that it would be over quickly, and I would immediately be in the arms of a loving God, the one true God. Hot tears stung my face, and terror gripped me. I only asked one thing of my Lord, “Let me be the first to die so that I do not have to witness my husband die.” And then I saw it. Christians, true Christians were being transformed, disappearing like magic. No, this was not magic, this was a miracle. There were legions of angels all around with swords drawn. With angry hearts and grave faces, the extremists looked in unbelief, impossible to conceal their fear.
These angelic beings were tall men with muscular figures and remarkable vigor, powerful warriors. As my feet lifted off the ground, I laughed at the ease of it all. The gloom of the evening was fast disappearing, afar off a gleaming sky of light. In the cool night breeze, a song vibrated across the horizon as countless souls began to sing, “Amazing Grace.” The sweet music of that treasured hymn awakened a lighthearted thrill within my breast, my eyes brightly beaming.
What a splendid retribution the angels, enveloped from head to feet in glowing fire, were visiting upon the enemies for their injustice. It was now they who were being beheaded; their menacing faces recoiled in horror, as the fatal blows were administered by the vengeance of the supernatural beings. They had vented their fury upon many unfortunate people, and they had dared to defy the living God. Our prayers had been a sweet smelling fragrance to our Father, and He had not failed to honor His covenant. However, I could not banish from my mind those who had perished. I confessed, “If my feet are ever again on earth, I will race to evangelize, seizing every opportunity to secure souls and viewing every moment of supreme importance.
My head is heavy, and the air of the room stifles me, as the shrill of the alarm abruptly jars me from a deep sleep, my heart stirred. My hair and clothes are wet from sweat, my mouth parched and dry. This disturbing dream had not been based on a whim, rather solid foundation, unrestricted by reality and had left me in doleful distress. What now, life as usual or dramatic change?
“He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.” (Psalm 91:4) KJV
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