Fire Wind by Iii Guy S. Stanton

Author:Iii, Guy S. Stanton [Iii, Guy S. Stanton]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: western fantasy, Historical, Adventure, books like firefly series, alien vs cowboy, christian speculative fiction, gate travel, good vs evil, faith based western, western space opera, Science Fiction, christian western, western scifi
Amazon: B00SEWV0ZU
Goodreads: 24577309
Publisher: Words of Action
Published: 2015-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Creation Overseen

The door opened noisily and I cringed at the noise along with the sound of my echoing boot heels on the wood floor. Only a few of the thirty odd people gathered looked up from the silence of their prayers to see who had come in the door though.

Nathan quickly made his way down the aisle and stepped in to sit down by a sweet looking girl, who greeted Nathan with a smile. They made a cute couple.

Looking from the innocent infatuation of the young couple with each other I made a prayer on the spot that whatever happened in the coming struggle that these two would be together in the end and survive whatever happened.

I caught the Pastor, whose name was Lonigan, motioning to me from the front of the church. Inwardly I cringed. Longingly I looked at the last row of pews in the church before making my way to the front hat in hand.

Pastor Lonigan stepped in close to whisper, “I’m not trying to embarrass you, but as a man of leadership in the community you need to be up here.”

I looked at him in wonderment. A position of leadership in the community? Yeah right, only he wasn’t joking.

Awkwardly I sat down on the first pew of the church and the Pastor sat down beside me and in a whisper asked, “What did you find?”

I stared at the hardwood floor for a moment. How to answer the man?

“Do you know what the indians refer to as a white hair?”

The Pastor’s face tightened and he nodded.

“Well then could you explain it to me, because I don’t know what I’m dealing with?”

The Pastor nodded in understanding and I went on, “I keep getting visited by the personage of an old indian, which I think…… I know, is an angel. I don’t know why all this is happening or how I got dragged into it, but I am!”

The Pastor looked from his folded hands to me and asked softly, “Do you regret being involved by God in this war?”

What kind of a question was that?

The more I thought about it though the less I could come up to argue against my new spiritual awakening. Finally I just shook my head no and went back to staring at the floor.

“Let’s pray Taran.”

“You still haven’t answered my questions.”

Sighing he said, “I know as much as you do, which is next to nothing in terms of these white hairs, but in prayer perhaps God will reveal more to us. They are evil that much I know. I also know that our best hope for victory lies in our faith. Pray Taran.”

“I’m not much good at this praying stuff.”

“That’s fine. The Lord loves a humble attitude.”

The Pastor seemed to close off from me then and I was left alone on the bench for the most part. I stared at my hands as the whispered prayers of those gathered in the room helped create a complex atmosphere of mood that was hard to explain.

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