Light Waves Volume One

By Heno Head, Jr

Ten Great Stories....From The One Good Book. Bible Stories with a Twist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heno Head, Jr
• Release date: Feb 24, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465989864

Heno Head, Jr

I live in Monett, MO, where I taught science for years. I also do youth programs in churches. I've combined these two endeavors to write several 'God n Science' books with Standard Publishing of Cincinnati. Most of the books share with adults how to do science demos as object talks. Doing my best to learn the craft of gospel songwriting at the present time. My tunes are southern gospel with kind of a Lynyrd Skynyrd feel to them. No cuts yet, but hoping. I have two daughters--Natalie and Janie--and a cat named Gearshift.

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LIGHT WAVES

Volume I

"Ten Great Stories

From The One Good Book"

By Heno Head, Jr.

Published by Heno Head, Jr. Press at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Heno Head, Jr.

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - Elijah And The Base Baal Team

Chapter 2 - Smiling Sam, The Sandal Man

Chapter 3 - Wild Times

Chapter 4 - That Was Den, This Is Now

Chapter 5 - Gid The Kid

Chapter 6 - Miles of Rolling Cattle

Chapter 7 - FallDown And GoBoom

Chapter 8 - Fatty And The Beggar Man

Chapter 9 - That Boat’s Gon’ Float

Chapter 10 - Little Big Man

Chapter 1

ELIJAH AND THE BASE BAAL TEAM

(First Kings 16:28-18:39)

Just get this picture . . .

A long time ago things were tough in the Bible days. There was a long string of kings through there, each one badder than the one before, and not a one who cared about the worship of the Lord. Instead, they got way pepped up over a little statue. Thing was just made out of rock and stone. It sat cross-legged, cross-armed, and had buggy little eyes. With a pointy stone cap, he looked like a garden gnome. Name of the statue was Baal. The kings prayed to Baal and made all the people worship Baal, too. Times were hard for anybody who wanted to follow God.

Out of that whole batch of kings, the worst of ‘em all was named Ahab. King Ahab didn’t have a kind thought inside his head . . . or outside his head, for that matter. To let you know how Ahab was, picture a hot summer day. There would be King Ahab, lounging on his royal throne, all the time scowling and growling. Behind him a servant waved a giant fan, keeping the king cool. After about two hours that servant’s arm would grow tired, like anybody‘s would. He’d miss a beat or two while he swapped hands and shook out a cramp. Like that, Ahab would scream, Guards, arrest this knave!

Next thing you know, here would come two great big ol’ guards. They’d grab that servant and drag him along the hallway. Then, bump-bump-bump, down the stairs to the deepest dungeon they‘d go. There they would chain the poor guy to the wall where the rats would come around and nip at his toes. That’s the kind of king Ahab was.

And, if the truth be told, Ahab had a wife who was even meaner than he was. Her name was Jezebel. To this day there are many mothers who give Bible names to their baby girls. But you’ll be looking a long time before you find a mother who names her daughter Jezebel. Just saying. That’s ‘cause Jezebel was mean in places Ahab just wished he was. If she didn’t like something the king was doing, Jezebel would make Ahab go stand in the corner.

Between the two of them Ahab and Jezebel couldn’t have cared less about the worship of God. But they thought Baal hung the moon and stars. Bible says they kept 450 prophets hanging around for the express purpose of praying to Baal. On a slow day Ahab would holler, Y’all go out yonder and worship Baal. With that all the prophets would hop up from the floor, trot down the front steps of the palace, and out across a big pasture. In the middle of that field was Mt. Carmel, a high, flat-topped hill. The biggest statue of Baal in the whole land was located on top of Mt. Carmel.

The 450 prophets would kneel in a great circle around the statue--right among the rocks, sticks, and gravel. All of those prophets had real deep voices, which is why everybody called them the Base Baal Team. They’d put their heads down to the ground and line out a cheer which has come down to this day--"Two bits, four bits, six bits, a dollar. All for Baal stand

up and holler!" With that they’d jump up and let out a shout folks could hear halfway around the country.

In the middle of all this orneriness there was one man of God. That’s a good thing. Throughout history God has always had at least one man, woman, or child who stood up and said, I ain’t gon’ bow to your idol. In this case the man’s name was Elijah. Elijah didn’t have anything to do with Baal. Fact is, he didn’t have a whole lot to do with civilization. Elijah lived so far out he didn’t get his sunlight ‘til a day late.

If you had wanted to get to Elijah’s place, here’s what you would have had to do: First, you’d have left town on the main road. After what seemed like forever, you’d have turned off on a gravel road, then onto a dirt road, followed by pastures, rolling hills, canebrakes, briar patches, bogs, and the deepest woods you‘d ever been in. Finally, when you were sure you were more lost than you had ever been in your whole life, you would have hung a left. And there would be his little two by twice hut. And that’s how you got to Elijah’s place.

One fine spring morning Elijah came cracking out of the deep woods toward town and civilization. He had on a rough muleskin robe, a woven twine belt, and double-layered ox-hide moccasins. His eyes, though, were as clear as sunlight dancing on a mountain stream. Folks who looked into those eyes vowed they could see into the front gates of heaven. Elijah’s soul was that pure. A mile outside of town he took himself up a place behind an olive tree, biding his time.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before here came King Ahab, out for his morning constitutional chariot ride. He was popping bugs out of the air with his bullwhip, out of meanness and lack of a windshield. The king’s dark hair was held by a headband. At forty years old, he was in the prime of his life and kingship. Life should have been good. The hardness in his eyes, though, reflected the emptiness in his soul.

As Ahab passed the olive tree Elijah suddenly stepped into the road, threw up both hands, and hollered, Whoa!! What you talking about?! Ahab’s two horses rared up, bouncing over every crack in the road before the king got them tightened back down. There in the middle of the road stood Elijah.

Get out of my way, you old mountain man!! screamed the king. "I ought to wrap this bullwhip around your neck!!

Elijah didn’t move for a full minute, neither saying boo nor hoo. Finally he lined out slow and steady, You think you’re some kind of king, don’t you, Mr. Ahab? I’ll tell you what, though. God has got ditch-diggers up in heaven who’d put you in the shade.

What do you know about God? the king hissed. Are you some kind of prophet?

"Yes, I am, you pitiful excuse for a king. My name is Elijah. And God has sent me with a message