tariki Posted October 25, 2022 Posted October 25, 2022 (edited) I have finally, after about 40,000 Forum posts on various forums, and close to 200 Blog entries, actually completed a short story. I'll "premier" it here. Although based upon true events, it is a work of fiction and one name has been changed to protect the innocent! The story is called:- Bringing in the Sheaves He was afraid of being late. Just the previous wednesday he had come into the Gospel Hall only a few minutes after the start of prayers and the disturbing rustle and loud "tut tuts" still echoed in his mind. One must not keep the Lord waiting. He passed a man sleeping in a doorway, not giving him much of a glance, and carried on down the sunday morning street, heading for the distant corner. He could see his small group already beginning to congregate, the familiar faces, the microphone already set up. One of the group, Daniel Wollett, unelected leader, was busy with his sign and bible, organising. Reaching them he said a few "hello's" and was greeted. Not really late this time. Mercy. Forgiveness. As the group settled down, Wollett placed the sign - a gaudy placard - down against the foot of the microphone, it's legend facing the street: "Where Will YOU Spend Eternity?" it read, asked, or accused. Returning to the group, Wollett suggested "How Great Thou Art" as the opening hymn. Each finding the appropriate page, and with no accompaniment, they gave voice. A few passers-by looked across but continued on their way. The hymn finished, Wollett gathered himself, an ungainly man. He then went lumbering forward, resembling a jungle fresh orangutan, arms a-gaggle and rump extended; though more perhaps a latter day Quasimodo, his thick black bible clasped in hand. Reaching the microphone, he gripped it firmly, then immediately pointed down to the sign beneath. "Where will you spend eternity" he boomed. Then a calculated pause. "Yes, my friends, where?" he resumed. Friends? One really did have need to wonder. Nevertheless, Wollett continued with his oft repeated sermon. "Heaven or hell, there is no other choice!" Wollett continued with his so well known exhortations. "Some people say that they won't mind being in hell as all their friends will be there!" Here he stopped, to chuckle, to demonstrate that he too had a sense of humour despite all evidence to the contrary. But then, gathering himself: "But friendship is a God given gift and hell is where God is not. No, you will have no friends in hell". Again he stopped, this time to allow the depth and subtleties of his theology to sink into the minds and hearts of his listeners, who by now were reduced to a couple of jeering youths and a stray dog, the rich in spirit having long disappeared up some opportune side alley. Some dark clouds had been gathering. The small congregation looked about, perhaps concerned that a deluge might well drive them from the street even as Daniel Wollett concluded his sermon. But the rain held off and Wollett retired back from the microphone, allowing another member to step forward, a younger lad, less assured yet eager to speak. His message was of the imminent return of the Lord "in the air" and of the Rapture when "those who knew Him" would be called forth from the multitudes below to received their due reward. "Those that have the Son shall have life. Those that have not the Son shall not have life" the young man announced. Just then, as he said this, the man who had been seen earlier sleeping in the doorway approached the group, staggering slightly, much the worst for drink. As he reached the gospel group he stopped for a moment, lurched, pointed at them, and said: "Bastards"! A great host of indrawn breaths, of shocked indignation. The young man at the microphone could do no more than repeat his last line, but now quoting the exact New Testament verse: "He that hath the Son hath life; and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life." Daring disagreement. Loudly. The drunk man lurched slightly then began to move away. But turning at a distance he cried out: "We all have the Son!" and then with another accusing cry of "bastards" he staggered slowly away. As the gospel group watched him slump down into another doorway further down the street, they regrouped back from the microphone, Wollett with his Bible open, pointing at a verse considered relevant. The current speaker concluded his own message, this coupled with an exhortation to come forward to "accept the Lord", assuring all that it was never too late. Yet few there were who were even listening. As storm clouds gathered a final hymn was decided upon. In a small semi-circle around the microphone, the group gave voice: "Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness......." Thunder began to rumble, then an almighty crack. Yet the rain held off. All that then could be heard was the strangled strains of "Bringing In the Sheaves", while the drunken man, who had not long ago sunk down into the nearby doorway, appeared to have moved along. Edited October 25, 2022 by tariki Quote
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