I HAVE AN ETERNITY AHEAD OF ME
(Intermittent Waves Recorded From The Transformed Heart Of A Woman)
AUNTIE YONNY: MAN OF WAR, FAITHFUL AND TRUE
Exodus 15:2-4 (KJV)
2 The Lord is my strength and song, and he is become my salvation: he is my God, and I will prepare him an habitation; my father’s God, and I will exalt him.
3 The Lord is a man of war: the Lord is his name.
4 Pharaoh’s chariots and his host hath he cast into the sea: his chosen captains also are drowned in the Red sea.
How can I say this without making wrong seem right and right seem wrong? How can I say this without bringing more chaos and madness to an already seemingly insane world covered in hatred, violence, war, and darkness? Albeit unquestionable that someone will misunderstand and misinterpret my words, I must say it and pray that open ears will look to the wisdom of God for understanding.
God is a man of war and He uses His soldiers and angels to thwart and defeat the enemy. We can look to the scriptures, the Word of God, for confirmation and clarity. However, when the hands of man have been used to kill, there is a price to pay. Why is there a price to pay? Because killing is unholy and that which touches death is unclean. That which is unholy and unclean cannot abide with holiness and righteousness. God has told man to be holy for He is Holy.
King David paid a heavy price for all of the killing that he did, although he defended Israel and Judah. God said that David’s hands were too unclean to build His temple. God had used David and watched over him throughout each and every battle. Yet, to build that which is holy and worthy of God, took clean hands, a task which was passed down to David’s son, Solomon.
How do we defend David’s actions, which God certainly allowed, but then, looked upon him as unworthy to oversee the building of His temple? David was fighting for the Lord’s people. Should he be punished in such a way, or, should we look upon it as punishment? Was God protecting David from certain death, because of his being unclean? David could not touch that which is Holy.
We must remember that David is the ancestor of Jesus whose precious blood was shed and water poured from his side, so that we may be washed, cleansed, and covered in His Holiness and Purity. We must see that David’s life was spared, as God had greater plans for him. David was given an even greater gift through his bloodline and house, as the ancestor of Christ Jesus, the Son of God, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, the Messiah, and Saviour to all mankind. David could not be cleansed for the time of cleansing man was not yet upon us.
Now, perhaps, we can get back to our story and look at our characters in a different light. Do they have a desire to please God and a thirst for holiness and righteousness? Or, is self-preservation, revenge, hatred, greed, and power their only motives? Will God forgive those who come repenting, humble, and submissive before Him? Having killed, can they ever be clean, their hands washed of the blood upon them? If so, how?
Where do suicide bombers and those who commit suicide fit into the scheme of things? If they had been washed and cleansed in the blood of Jesus, full of holiness and righteousness, would they have committed suicide? Can they justify their suicide and killing others? Has the blood of Jesus already justified it? Yes? No?
Can they still be cleansed to come into the presence of God? Do we know for sure? Self-murder is a sin, that person having taken on an authority which only belongs to God. Their fate, as every man’s, lies in God’s hands, who has told us that the wages of sin is death, but, the dead in Christ shall rise. Only what you do for Christ shall last.
Derek Graves sat alone in the master suite on the top floor of Graves Tower. He pulled out the drawer of his desk and glanced at the gun he kept there for safety. “No,” he told himself, “that’s not me.” And of course he was right, suicide was definitely not something that Derek Graves would do, no matter how bad things got. Derek loved himself too much to kill himself. He loved himself, but, not for the right reasons. He loved himself more than he even thought of loving God or anybody else.
Derek’s love for himself was like that of his great grandfather, President Willard Graves. Men like them see themselves as gods. They see no other choice but to survive at the expense of others and to continue to believe that they are superior, possessing power over others. They know the definitions of dignity, honor, and integrity, but, they are unable to internalize their meanings in an unselfish and positive way. They reject holiness and righteousness because they see it as focusing upon God and not upon them. Therefore, pride, money, power, lust, and vanity become their dignity, honor, integrity, and glory.
Derek took the gun out of the drawer and shoved it behind his belt. No, these bullets were not for him. He loved what the world had to offer him and no one was going to take that away from him.
Only hours old, Tanya Karina Graves lay still in an incubator with tiny tubes supplying oxygen to her lungs. Having been born a little premature, her heart and breathing were being monitored closely. Her attending pediatrician was still waiting for x-ray images to determine if she had sustained any injuries from the car crash. Every now and then, she would tense up, stretching her arms and legs out and begin to cry. Her mother, lying in a hospital bed in another wing of the hospital had no way of knowing her child was in distress. Her father didn’t even know that she had emerged into the world, or that she was alive.
It seemed that she would have to wait to see her mother and father and to be comforted and loved. The nurses would change her and see that she was receiving fluids through her tubes, but, they barely had time to soothe and talk to her. Yet, God always has a plan.
Over in the adjoining room, a nurse was helping a woman put on a surgery gown, a protective hair covering, mask, and gloves. When they were done, they entered the nursery and the woman took a seat beside baby Tanya’s incubator. She placed her hand inside of the hole and stroked little Tanya’s hand. Feeling the touch, Tanya grabbed the finger and clutched it in her tiny hand.
Darla’s heart jumped. She had never felt such a tiny hand grip so tightly, as if holding on for dear life. Tears welled up in her eyes, as a warm sensation came over her, making her feel very much needed by this tiny little soul.
Yes, she felt guilty for misplacing the message from Christopher Holland, Derek Grave’s attorney. She felt partly responsible for Hurley’s attack and attempt to kill everyone in the limousine, even the tiny baby in front of her. The least she could do was to help Zenobia and Hal in any way that she could, now.
Having made hundreds of contacts and acquaintances, working for Tanya Graves Yanovich, Darla only had to make a call to the hospital administrator to gain admittance into the nursery. There were very strict rules on who was allowed into the nursery ward, in order to protect the babies from disease, harm, and to prevent kidnappings.
Darla made her case as being the only one available to help Zenobia and expressed her sincere desire to fill in as the baby’s grandmother, since the maternal and paternal grandmothers were deceased. When, the administrator looked up Zenobia’s case on the computer and saw what condition she was in, Darla’s offer was well received and she was immediately granted permission to help take care of Zenobia’s baby.
Hanging up the phone and realizing what she had just committed to, Darla asked herself what she could be thinking. She had never taken care of a baby before, let alone a premature baby. Her conscience told her that she had to at least give it a try. So, she headed to the hospital immediately after finishing up her work.
Now, feeling very much connected, as the baby squeezed her finger, Darla began to talk soothingly to her, then, realized that she didn’t even know her name. Her tiny wristband simply said, Agumanu, Girl. Thinking of how happy Tanya would have been to see her great great niece, Darla decided to pay tribute to her deceased employer and friend.
“I’ll just call you Little Tanya. That will be my pet name for you and no one else has to know. It will be between you and me.”
Hal fought to become conscious to no avail. He felt motion around him, so, he knew that he was inside of a vehicle. But, who’s vehicle? As uncomfortable as he was lying across a man’s lap, he couldn’t shake the dizziness and fatigue that had preceded his collapse. No doubt, it was probably compounded by extreme fear, lack of adequate oxygen, and having been drugged by the Russians earlier. There was no telling what affect the drugs had upon his body. Clearly, each factor had taken a toll on his body: the racing heartbeat and change in blood pressure; the overworked lungs and gasping for air; the intense fear; then, the abrupt stop, which had ended with total collapse.
Suddenly, the car jerked and the tires screeched, as they took off. Hal’s whole body jumped, as shots were fired from inside of the car. His ears began to ring. He slid from the man’s lap to the car floor, as the man moved to crouch down. He felt a knee in his back and a shoe on his hand. Unable to cry out loudly in pain, he clenched his teeth together, accidentally biting his tongue. He wondered if the day could get any worse, but, as gunfire was returned, pelting the car, he knew that meant yes, indeed, they could and they probably would.
The Russian’s helicopter had arrived with gunfire that cleared all of the rooftops of Derek’s men. When all was clear, Grisha sent them to Vadim and Steve’s last coordinates to help them out. Steve, Howard, Vince, and Vadim, each were in charge of a squad, with Vadim having the most men. Steve directed his men who were coming from off duty, to stay back from the battle and block off the surrounding streets to prevent Derek’s men from escaping.
With the road blocked off and pinned down under rapid gunfire, all they could do was to protect themselves and fire blindly, hoping something would find a target. However, Howard, Vince, Steve and Vadim knew that by being pinned down,
nothing was getting accomplished, just a lot of bullets flying around and being wasted.
Then, Steve looked up and pointed to the sky with his finger. Above the sound of rapid gunfire and whizzing bullets could be heard the whirring blades of a helicopter. A mutual feeling of relief spread through the ranks and the atmosphere of frustration and despair changed to one of encouragement, for they all felt the arrival of the Russian helicopter as a welcome sight and the opportunity to change their strategy from defense to offense. Vadim was in contact with the pilot, telling him where most of the heat was coming from, preventing their movement.
As the helicopter opened fire upon the rooftops, it also began to take on a lot of fire from Derek’s men. The pilot pulled back and began to circle around. Yet, the distraction had given Vadim enough time to signal his men to move and flush out the buildings. His best snipers were sent to the rooftops.
As the pilot was coming back around for his next attack, a police chopper was coming up on his rear. He was about to tell Vadim that he had done all that he could do, when the chopper turned around and headed back from the direction from which it came. Evidently, someone had told them to stand down and stay out of the fight.
Using his same tactic of circling and coming in at different angles and altitudes, the Russian pilot was able to take down Derek’s men on the rooftops. At one time, he hovered behind far away buildings for a while, where the sound of the helicopter was muted, then, he seemed to come flying in from out of nowhere and swooped down like a bird of prey.
Ricardo made a call to hospital security and informed them of the situation in Zenobia’s room. Before coming up to the room, they in turn, immediately called the police to come investigate and clean up the crime scene. Ricardo knew that there was no time to stay and talk to the police or security. He knew the consequences of leaving the scene of a crime and gave Wendell the choice to stay or go with him.
Feeling conflicted, Wendell turned and looked at Zenobia with bandages and casts covering her body. He grabbed his bag and motioned to Ricardo to head out of the door. It was up to Nigel to explain to the police what had happened and Nigel was unaware of all of the details.
“Nigel, just tell them that I found the policeman on the floor dead and Hurley was about to shoot Zenobia, but, I stopped him. Now, I have to go save Hal and Martin.”
“Okay, Wendell, I’ll…I’ll do my best.”
“She’s awake. Go talk to her.”
Stunned, Nigel just stood there. Wendell smiled and nodded his head.
Nigel looked over at Zenobia, then, hurried to her bedside, grabbing and kissing her hand. Zenobia moved her fingers a little and tried to squeeze his hand. Nigel barely managed to hold in his emotions to speak. Tears began to stream down his face. Leaning down close to Zenobia’s ear, his lips quivered. Zenobia concentrated and tried with all of her might to squeeze Nigel’s hand. This time, Nigel really felt it and began to sob.
Isaiah 25 (KJV)
1 O Lord, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things; thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.
2 For thou hast made of a city an heap; of a defenced city a ruin: a palace of strangers to be no city; it shall never be built.
3 Therefore shall the strong people glorify thee, the city of the terrible nations shall fear thee.
4 For thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.
5 Thou shalt bring down the noise of strangers, as the heat in a dry place; even the heat with the shadow of a cloud: the branch of the terrible ones shall be brought low.
6 And in this mountain shall the Lord of hosts make unto all people a feast of fat things, a feast of wines on the lees, of fat things full of marrow, of wines on the lees well refined.
7 And he will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the vail that is spread over all nations.
8 He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the Lord hath spoken it.
9 And it shall be said in that day, Lo, this is our God; we have waited for him, and he will save us: this is the Lord; we have waited for him, we will be glad and rejoice in his salvation.
10 For in this mountain shall the hand of the Lord rest, and Moab shall be trodden down under him, even as straw is trodden down for the dunghill.
11 And he shall spread forth his hands in the midst of them, as he that swimmeth spreadeth forth his hands to swim: and he shall bring down their pride together with the spoils of their hands.
12 And the fortress of the high fort of thy walls shall he bring down, lay low, and bring to the ground, even to the dust.