Come to the Garden by Jennifer Wilder Morgan

Author:Jennifer Wilder Morgan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Howard Books

The Table Is Set

Behold, I send an angel before you to guard you on the way and to bring you to the place that I have prepared. Pay careful attention to him and obey his voice . . .

EXODUS 23:20–21

Margaret strengthened her already-firm hold on my shoulder, her grip like an anchor, keeping me in my chair. I was thankful for the protective cocoon she had built around us, for the winds had reached a howling pitch and the eerie black clouds continued to darken and swirl in the sky above. I swiveled in my chair again to peer up at Margaret, and I saw—Oh, my goodness!—I saw two faint outlines appear on either side of her . . . very tall, silver-robed male figures standing silently at attention.

“Whoa, Margaret!” I gasped, thoroughly shaken. “You brought reinforcements?” Even though the wind did not touch us, I still felt a chill go up my spine. Now I knew what she had meant earlier when she referred to me remaining “under our protective cover.”

My wide-eyed expression obviously translated my thoughts because Margaret nodded and gave me a serious little smile.

“They are mighty warriors, dear child, but do not be afraid. They were part of this next dream. At the command of the Holy One, they were there to provide assistance and guidance to you.”

I looked up at these mighty angels, and as I did, they both slowly nodded their heads in confirmation of Margaret’s words.

“Continue with your next dream, Jenn,” said Margaret, “and take comfort in our presence.”

I am sitting in the back pew of the darkened nave, the main aisle of a Gothic-style cathedral constructed of dark gray stone. I face the altar, and before it is the transept, a rectangular area that cuts perpendicular across the main aisle and gives a cathedral the shape of a cross. A brilliant white light, flashing like lightning, is emanating from the arched entrance of the chamber on the left side of the transept, and I can hear screams and terrible explosions coming from the chamber. Three figures in dark hooded robes run from this terrifying chamber. Two of them cross the main aisle and disappear into the dark, yawning void of the transept chamber on the right. The third comes to a halt in the middle of the transept, the altar behind him. He turns, looks directly at me, raises his arm, and with a grossly gnarled finger points at me and hisses, “Don’t you dare!” as if he is warning me not to come any nearer or to interfere. I am so frightened I feel as though I am going to faint, even though I am sitting down. The evil emanating from him is tangible. I want very badly to wake up, but something makes me stand up and move up the aisle in defiance of the hooded figure before me. This is in total opposition to my personality, which overwhelmingly prefers to avoid danger or confrontation. I am aware that what I really want to do is run the other way.

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