Millennium Past: Evil's Conspiracy

By Bryant Griggs

Millennium Past: Evils Conspiracy attempts to remedy this long-standing deception and be a revelation through the labor of creative literature. It hopes to share with the Jew, the Christian, the Muslim, the Buddhists, the Hindu, the Taoists, the backslider, the spiritualist, the war enthusiast, the nonbeliever, and the curious a hidden truth that came before the foundation of the world and the ages of mans glory. If you dont take my word for it, study yourself. I dare you to do an exegesis of Hebrews Old and New Testament texts, study the importance of the name in its originality, then continue to call Elohim, God, Lord, Hashem, Jesus, Yeshua, and especially, Jehovah, a man-made moniker devised by Catholic monks in the Middle Ages. If you continue in those lies, you only show Yahweh your stiff-necked, hard hearts and incapacity to germinate the seed of life because it fell on stony ground. The Christians search will only come to light when he or she walks in love, forgives, and faithfully calls on the name of Yahweh. As Yahshua says, You shall worship Yahweh your Elohim, and Him alone you shall serve, according to Mattithyahu/Matthew 4:10, and the Prophet Yoel (Joel) writes in 2:28 and Maasei/Acts 2:21 states, Everyone who calls on the Name of Yahweh shall be saved.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503537965

Bryant Griggs

Bryant Griggs, an East Orange, New Jersey resident, former Bridgeport Connecticut Telegram news reporter, and University of Kansas and New York University graduate, spent over 40 years seeking Judeo-Christian revelations, while writing his way to become an accomplished author, evangelist and speaker. Through 37 years of medical setbacks, Mr. Griggs has achieved his newfound purpose to reveal the Name of Yahweh Elohim, and His Only Begotten Son, Yahshua (Jesus) Messiah through the literary arts. Mr. Griggs devotes his time to being a testimony of Yahshua crucified, and the appearing of the Kingdom of Elohim (Mighty Ones) on Earth among all who experience his writings.

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Scripture quotations from The Scriptures, translated, published and distributed by the Institute for Scripture Research in South Africa. Scripture quotations also from The Holy Bible, King James Version (Authorized Version. First published in 1611. The Names Yahweh and Yahshua are transliterated from Hebrew characters, with some KJV Bible words interposed in some quotes for clarity.

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CONTENTS

AUTHOR’S NOTES ON MILLENNIUM PAST:

EVIL’S CONSPIRACY

YEAR 6589: CONSPIRACY

YEAR 6590: REDEMPTION

YEAR 6814: BLESSING & CURSE

To the Griggs Family, who stuck with a dreamer through the good and the bad, the thick and the thin, and the agony and the ecstasy!

Author’s Notes on Millennium Past:

Evil’s Conspiracy

Evil’s Conspiracy is the second installments in the Millennium Past Trilogy. It’s sandwiched between Yahweh’s Mythopoeia and Yahweh’s Vengeance. It’s a semi-scriptural, Judeo-Christian, science-fiction war saga, telling the trials and tribulations of Orion Rosh, Imperial Speaker of Congress, and his growing family’s search for salvation. The Roshes stand firm in Yahweh’s Word given before, during and after the Second Coming of Christ. Facing the Roshes and the Imperialists, is the prophesied Final Conflict, to be fought with the evil Confederacy, whose only desire is to see Yahshua’s Empire wither and die. In Evil’s hatred for the righteous and Only Begotten Son, the Confederates steal, murder, destroy and lie to see their long-awaited Anti-Christ come as the prophesied, Lord and Possessor of Heaven and Earth, from 43 billion light years away.

Orion Rosh’s daughter, Grace Rosh-Mulligan, an investigative reporter for the Saturn Rings News Service, is picked to go to the Confederacy after years of Imperial blindness and Confederate secrecy. And she finds a 349-year conspiracy that left 2.4 million virgins raped with bullets in their heads, starting a dangerous investigation.

Millennium Past was written in the expectation of the Judeo-Christian dream to be perfect, holy, established, strengthened and selfless elohim (mighty ones), as the Body of Christ who puts off superstitions, traditions, half-truths and childish matters that don’t edify or sanctify. They worship Elohim (The Mighty Ones) in spirit and truth, defying the shortcomings of the Church in renaming the Heavenly Father and His Only Begotten Son with Anglicized, racist, anti-Semitic slave names. To capture the full essence of Elohim, one must call the Holy Ones of Yisra’el by their covenant Hebrew Names - being, Yahweh, meaning I AM THAT I AM, and His Only Begotten Son, Yahshua, meaning YAHWEH’S SALVATION. Yahweh shouldn’t be called LORD, GOD, JEHOVAH or HASHEM, and Yahshua shouldn’t be falsely named JESUS or YESHUA, which the last translates into He shall save. Such names insult Elohim’s Jewishness, and disgrace the Yehudim, who instigated the Names coming to naught."

Since the Sixth Century, during the time of the Jewish’ Babylonian Exile, to the Third Century B.C.E., during the finished works of the Talmud, hubristic Jewish priest erased the Name of Yahweh, believing it was too holy to say, felt it shouldn’t be shared with Gentiles, and it was improper to call Yahweh by His personal Name. And bringing Yahweh’s Name to nothingness, these scribes and priest created the misrepresentation of Judaism and Christianity; indirectly creating the delusions of Muhammed, birthed the religion of Islam that stole the wisdom of Hebrew patriarchs; and undeified Yahshua into a common prophet.

Likewise, Western civilized theologians and ministers, who proscribe to the later editions of the 1611’s King James Version Bible, sponsored by King James I (1599-1625) - a homosexual – walked in the King’s sin and pushed the names God, Jesus, Jah and Jehovah down the throats of believers – names having no clout in paradise. Many modern Bibles today choose to substitute the Name Yahweh for LORD, and boldly did it 6823 times, while replacing Yahshua for Jesus 983 times. Throughout scripture, the Torah, the Old and New Testaments warns against adding or subtracting from the Word of Elohim. They’ve removed Yahweh’s and Yahshua’s Names from Creation, when all men should be shouting, Blessed is He (Yahshua) who comes in the Name of Yahweh! Hosanna in the highest!

Millennium Past: Evil’s Conspiracy attempts to remedy this long-standing deception, and be a revelation through the labor of fiction. It hopes to share with Jews, Christians, Moslems, Buddhists, Hindus, Taoists, backsliders, spiritualists, war enthusiasts, non-believers and the curious, a lost truth that came before the foundation of the world and the Age of Man’s glory. If you don’t take my word for it, study yourself. Do an exegesis of Hebrew’ Old and New Testament texts, study the importance of the Name in its original language, then continue to call Elohim, God, Lord, Hashem, Jesus, Yeshua, and especially, Jehovah, a Man-made moniker devised by Catholic monks in the Middle Ages. If you continue in those lies, you only show Yahweh your stiff-neck, hardened hearts, and inability to germinate the Seed of Life because it fell on stony ground. The Christian’s search will only come to light when all faithfully calls on the Name of Yahweh and Yahshua in spirit and truth.

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And when the thousand years have ended, Satan shall be released from his prison, and he shall go out to lead the worlds astray which are in the four corners of the (Universe - Yerushalayim, Tsiyon), Gog and Magog - to gather them together for battle, whose number is as the sands of the sea. – Hazon/Revelation 20: 7-8

Yahshua answered, ‘My reign is not of this world. If My reign were of this world, My servants would fight…’ - Yohanan/John 18:36

There is a conspiracy of her prophets in her midst, like a roaring lion tearing the prey. They have devoured life, they have taken wealth and precious things, they have made many widows in their midst… They have not distinguished between the holy and the profane, nor have they made known the difference between the unclean and the clean. – Yehezqel/Ezekiel 22:25-26

Conspiracy

11.20.6589

Well I’m off, daddy! Grace informed me over the phone. She was calling from the I.S.S. Constitution docked in Saturn’s Starfleet Naval Yards, and said, I feel so privileged to be doing this story on the politics, lifestyles and the sexual mores of the people in the banished territories. My editors showed a lot of faith in me.

How long have you been reporting for the Saturn Rings News Service?

A long 363 years, said Grace.

Well, after being a trusted news journalist all that time, you deserve everything you get. You’re a fine reporter, and I’d say the Saturn Rings News Agency is blessed to have you in its employment. You’ll do a fine job!

Thanks daddy, I really appreciate that!

You’re one of my favorite daughters – cut from the same mold – I’m suppose to support you.

Well thanks all the same, daddy… Is there anything you want me to tell Beta when I see her?

Just tell her I love her, and I’m expecting to see her, and her consort, Tyrus, when they’re finished saving souls in the Confederacy… So when does the Constitution liftoff?

At 1500 hours (1 p.m.).

You have about 40 minutes. Did you call your mother and Myyah?

I called them before I called you. I called them at work, but I saved the best for last.

Spoken just like my favorite daughter!

That’s the way it shall always be, Grace said. I love you, daddy!

I love you too, sweetie! Have a nice trip, and bring back an award-winning story.

I will daddy! Shalom!

"Shalom, my love!

Grace hung up the phone, and quickly made another call to her consort. They’ve been apart for two days, and now it was time to say their goodbyes.

Hello, Jon?

Were you expecting someone else? Jon Mulligan joked. Isn’t it about time for you to fly away?

I just wanted to talk to you before we liftoff.

Do you have everything? Do you need anything? Jon asked, as if he could fulfill her requests on such short notice.

I have everything I need. Everything except you!

I’m going to miss you too, honey! It’s going to be a long 28 days, but I’ll keep you close in my heart.

I’ll be thinking of you too, dear! And I’ll be counting every minute we’re apart.

Did you call the kids? asked Jon.

All 32 of them - especially our youngest Roland and Vinita. They said they’re coming over to keep you company while I’m away, Grace informed her mate.

Is that so? Jon bristled. Don’t they know I was taking care of myself before they were twinkles in our eyes?

They know honey, but they just want to pitch in where they can. They love you, and they just want to make sure you’re alright in that big apartment.

Well, when you get back, we can think about putting another seed in your oven to make our home alive again, Jon affectionately cooed, If that’s alright with you?

I’m more than alright with that! Grace said with lustful inflection. I’ll keep my womb nice and toasty till the day we merge our bodies into one.

Now you’re talking, Jon said. I can’t wait!

Well, you’re going to have to wait, mister! Grace let it be known. But before you realize it, the 28 days will be over and then you can have me any way you want.

Then, overhead, the destroyer’s intercom blared, Communications will be suspended in 20 minutes. During liftoff, all interior communications cease when spacecrafts ascend from a planet to not interfere with planetary radio and digital transmissions.

Well, I have to hurry, honey! said Grace. I have to speak to my editor before I go.

Okay, honey! I’ll be looking for you in 28 days.

That’s a date, honey! I love you!

I love you too! Shalom, said Jon, then he hung up.

Grace then hurried to make one more call to her managing editor, Maret Kiisler. When she got through, Grace heard, This is Maret! Just the facts!

Maret, this is Gracie! I just want to make sure we’re on the same page with my contacts, and the people you listed are ready to talk?

From the names we’ve got, they’ll talk, said Kiisler. They’re your sister, Pastor Beta Rosh; her consort, Pastor Tyrus Richards; and the Governor of the planetary capital of Meribah. It’s one of the few planets friendly to Christians. There’s also Dr. Nimo Soultan of Meribah Hospital, who’ll inform you of Yalak’s most active baby-makers; and Joaquim Canga, the Information Council’s director, who’ll discuss the Confederacy’s population.

That’s all the contacts we have? Grace asked, somewhat disappointed.

Sorry Gracie! That’s all we have. You’ll have to do the legwork yourself.

That’s alright! I welcome the challenge. It’ll give me the chance to discover if there’s any beauty and love in the banished territories, said Grace.

There’s love, but not the kind you’re looking for. But you be careful, Gracie! The Confederacy’s not like the Empire.

Don’t worry, I’ll make it back in one piece, Grace hoped. The military gave me use of a high-energy blaster, and my military stint will come in handy, even though it’s been years since I carried a weapon and served in the armed forces.

Five minutes till communications blackout, blared the intercom.

Well, I have to go Maret! Grace said. Thanks again for giving me this assignment to let the good people of the Empire know what the sinners are really like. It should be quite a story. At least, that’s what I hope.

Don’t worry, I’m sure your stories will be well-received - a favorite of every magazine and front page newspaper. It should even go viral throughout the Internet, said Kiisler.

From your lips to Yahweh’s ears!

You have nothing to worry about. You’ll do just fine! Kiisler said. "Try to send an e-mail to let me know how you’re doing.

Alright Maret, I’ll write as soon as I can, and I’ll see you in 28 days. Shalom!

Shalom, Gracie, be safe!

Once Grace hung up the phone, the I.S.S. Constitution’s countdown started, and the destroyer initiated antigravity thrusters, to ascend into Saturn’s heavenly blue. From Grace’s starship’ cabin, she could peer through her porthole to see the majesty of a 985,000-ton, frontal fish-head-shaped starship, rise from the Saturnia Starfleet Naval Yards like a giant balloon. And the Morpheus-hyperspaced, mechanized I.S.S. Constitution, arose in the noonday’ light as a magnificent display of military firepower. The Class One star destroyer was a seven-kilometer vessel of length, height and width, with downward pectoral fin-like wings, extending from the sides of the fuselage, in order to stand upright on three points at the wing’s tips, and the fuselage’s lower back section. The starship is manned with 80 pilots and aviation service crew, 111 scientists, medical and recreational support staffs, and a crew of 692 officers and service personnel. It wields the firepower of 220 gunners, ten turbolasers, five ion cannons, eight photon torpedo banks, five anti-starfighter cluster traps, five tractor beam projectors, three deflector shield generators, three sensor array computers, five tactical combat jammers, 100 teleport substations and turbolifts, two solar ion reactors and a cloaking shield devise. It’s also armed with one planetary super laser, seven hangars for 25 starfighter, four star cruisers and six autojets - a formidable fighting machine, to say the least.

Grace’s 7-day journey to the other side of the universe was a ride she was looking forward to. And during her trip to Yalak, Grace would enjoy an array of entertainment when she wasn’t in the starship’s libraries. The destroyer is equipped with chapels; retail stores; dancehalls; piano bars; restaurants; young children’s and day care centers; video bazaars, karaoke dens, movie and dreamscape emporiums; bowling alleys, shooting ranges, spas, gyms and beauty salons. All cabins had internet-access, and Grace was free to go wherever she pleased, except on restricted military decks.

As the warship passed through the radiation belt, and prepared to go into Morpheus-dream propulsion, Grace straightened up her stateroom and put her clothes away. She then sat at her desk, opened her Bible and considered the future. Would she be safe? Would there be any trouble? Would a crime take place in front of her, she asked herself. Or simply, and more importantly, would she survive? Grace had heard all sorts of stories about the evils done in the banished territories. And like everyone else, she wasn’t sure if they were true or not. But, one thing she knew, she would put all her trust in Yahweh to bring her back home safely.

And thinking of her 32 children, and her consort, Jon, Grace departed with a prayer. "Father, I thank You that I have been delivered from the power of darkness and translated into the kingdom of Your dear Son. I am committed to live free from worry, for the law of the Spirit of Life in Christ has made me free from the law of sin and death. I humble myself under Your mighty hand and I cast all my cares, all my fears, all my anxieties and all my concerns upon You. I lay aside every weight and sin which easily tries to beset me, and run with patience the race set before me, looking to the Author and Finisher of my faith. I abide in Your Word and Your Word abides in me. Therefore, I do not forget what manner of woman I am. I look into the perfect law of liberty, and continue therein – not being a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the Word, and thus blessed in everything I do. I also put on the whole armor of Elohim that I am able to stand against the wiles of the devil. I stand, having my loins girted about with truth – Your Word is truth. I put on the breastplate of righteousness of faith and love. My feet are shod with the preparation of the Good News of peace. I take up the shield of faith to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked ones. I put on the helmet of salvation, loving the thoughts, feelings and purposes of Yah. And the Sword of the Spirit, I masterfully wield, which is the Word of Elohim. For greater is He that is within me than those who are in the Confederacy. I thank You that I dwell in the secret place of the Most High, and that I remain stable and fixed under the shadow of Your wings.

"Heavenly Father, I confess blessings over my assignment, and that Your Word does not return to You void concerning me. As a traveler in the Confederacy, I rejoice in the promises of protection and safety. For only You, O Yahweh, can protect me from any trouble I encounter. And if I do face trouble, I will run to You as my strong tower and shield. I will proceed with caution, without fear of accidents, problems or frustration. For I have the peace of Elohim, and won’t allow fear to put me in bondage. In the Name of Yahshua, I am not conformed to the Confederate way of life, but am transformed by the renewing of my mind, that I may prove the good, acceptable and perfect will of Elohim. So deliver me from evil, as a capable, intelligent, soldier and virtuous woman. And I gird myself with mental and physical fitness to complete my assignment.

In the Name of Yahshua, I pray and confess Your Word over my children. Surround them in love – a love for Your Word. And perform a blessing in their lives. I place my children in Your hands and I am confident You are able to guard and keep all that I commit unto You. I believe and confess my children choose life, and obedient to Your command. For You are their life and length of days. Therefore, I enter into that blessed rest by adhering, trusting and relying on You. I am carefree and walk in the peace that passes all understanding. In the Name of Yahweh, the Father; Yahshua Messiah, the Son; and the Holy Spirit, amen!

Through that short prayer, Grace now felt confident that her petitions were being answered, for an easement dropped in her spirit like a dove. And she felt empowered to do what she came to do and successfully get her story. She figured she might find herself in some sticky situations and meet some unsavory people, but she set her face like flint to be abreast of all her connections, remain anchored in Yahweh, and never let her military-issued high-energy blaster out of sight. So finding time to meditate, she also perused her Bible, and then her telephone rang. Shalom, she answered.

Lieutenant Grace Rosh-Mulligan?

That’s me!

You’re wanted in the Officer’s Quarters of Vice Admiral Pieter Magnette.

May I ask, why?

You’ll find out when you get here! He’s expecting you ASAP! the officer said.

I’ll be right there!

Grace wasn’t sure how to get to the Officer’s Quarters, but asking directions along the way, taking a couple of turbolifts, and going through several secured areas, she was able to find Vice Admiral Magnette’s operations’ office. And knocking on Magnette’s cabin-office door, it opened, and the Vice Admiral saluted, then shook Grace’s hand, and said, It’s a pleasure meeting you, Lieutenant Rosh. From what I understand you’re about to write a Pulitzer Prize-winning story.

That’s the plan, sir! Glad to meet you too, Admiral!

Vice Admiral Magnette was a redheaded, moustached fellow from Norway with gray-colored eyes and a Viking-like robustness that was towering. He served in the banished territories many times, and he witnessed all types of temptations, sins and evildoings through his missions. And sitting behind his desk with such bravado of command, Magnette seemed like a tried, tireless and tested fighter.

I won’t keep you long, but let me start out by asking you a couple of questions.

Shoot, Admiral!

Have you ever been to Yalak or any of the Confederate worlds? Magnette asked.

No sir!

Do you know anybody on a planet of Yalak, or do you have relatives there?

I have a sister on Meribah, who’s a pastor at a church in Yalak, Grace said. Her name is Beta Rosh-Richards.

I know the pastor! I thought you might be related. Pastor Beta’s a fine woman - a great asset to the Empire. I hope your reunion goes well, Magnette said.

I also have several banished brothers, a sister, nephews, nieces, cousins – you know - but I have no relations with them.

That’s understandable, said Magnette. We also know you successfully finished your twenty-year obligation in the Imperial Marine Corp, but do you know how to handle that blaster? pointing to her sidearm.

Right after I finished with you, I plan on going to the shooting gallery and see if I still got what it takes, Grace shared.

Good, good, Magnette said, encouraging her. Well, the reason I’ve summoned you here is because Imperial Starfleet, the Marines and the Navy and Coast Guards believes you might be in danger if you travel alone. We believe you can handle yourself, but to maintain order and avoid any military or sociopolitical incidents, we’re advising you to partner with one of our Navy Seals. He’ll accompany you as you investigate your stories, and back you up in case things get dicey. As you know, the Yalak, Styx and Woe systems are dangerous places. Your sister will attest to that.

Yes, I’ve heard the stories, but seeing it firsthand is my job.

And that you will! You don’t mind traveling with another officer, do you?

No sir, Grace asserted. In fact, I was praying concerning the violence on Yalak, and asked Yahweh for protection. Your appointment of a Navy Seal is answered prayer.

Good, good! Yahweh works in beautiful ways, doesn’t He? Magnette said. Incidentally, the Navy Seal’s name is Captain Tea Lay Sreng. I told him to be here when you arrived, but he must be running late. He should be here any minute now. He’s been in the Navy for 280 years. He’s a surveillance, reconnaissance, battle and small unit tactic strategy expert; and been with one consort for over 280 years. He has 32 children.

That’s the same number of children I have. Grace said, coincidentally.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on Magnette’s cabin door, and when the Vice Admiral said Come in, Captain Tea Lay Sreng entered. Like his name implied, Grace could see Sreng was of Southeast Asian descent, and at first sight, noticed he had a lean, muscular build, and was tall, dark, mysterious and handsome.

This is the woman I spoke to you about, Captain Sreng. This is Lieutenant Grace Rosh-Mulligan.

Glad to meet you, Lieutenant Rosh or Mulligan? Sreng asked.

Call me Grace or Gracie! That’s what all my friends call me!

Very well Grace! You can call me Tea!

Shalom, Tea! I heard much about you!

I hope it was all good?

Actually, it was all disappointing, Grace joked, breaking any ice between them. I also heard you have the same number of children I have.

You have 32 too? Sreng surprisingly asked.

Yep, but that’s over a 358-year period, Grace added.

That’s crazy! Only 32 kids, after all that time? You’ve been holding out on your man, huh? Sreng said, returning her joviality. I had all my 32 virtually ten years apart. Me, and my consort, Gale, waited till one kid was able to work before we had another, but we’ve only been together 280 years.

You don’t have any twins? Grace asked.

No ma’am! Sreng said. But we’re hoping to have twins someday, Yahweh willing!

Well, I’ll be praying for you. Me and my consort, Jon, have been blessed with two sets of twins.

Then, I’ll be looking for that twin anointing while I’m in your presence, Sreng said.

And interrupting their friendly conversation, Admiral Magnette said, Well, I see you two are hitting it off quite well. I’m sure you two will get along just fine. We have seven days before we reach Yalak, and the estimated date of arrival is Tree of Life, 26th at 1900 hours. You two can get acquainted with one another during the seven days, and then you’ll have two weeks to get your story – no more, no less. Is that understood, Lieutenant Rosh and Captain Sreng?

Yes sir, they both said simultaneously.

You’re dismissed! Magnette commanded. And Captain Sreng, don’t forget to inform Lieutenant Rosh of survival etiquette in the banished territories?

Yes sir!

Tea and Grace saluted, turned, and left Magnette’s quarters, figuring out how they would spend the next hours. You want to get a cup of coffee, Grace?

I’d rather meet you at a shooting gallery, and see how you handle your blaster. I need some practice! I haven’t shot a blaster in years.

That’s a date, missy! Sreng said. I’ll meet you at the shooting range on the Victory deck in 15 minutes.

Fine, said Grace. Tea departed to get his 144:1-Tech DH-600 Heavy Blaster Pistol, and Grace met him in the shooting gallery’s lobby and compared her Shimshon-Tech DH-500 Blaster pistol with Tea’s. She marveled at Tea’s custom-fitted, motion sensor-enhanced software and computer-enhanced low-light sighting. And Tea complimented Grace for being able to handle the upgraded DH-500 blaster. Grace was also fascinated with Tea’s sheathed vibro-dagger, which she found he carries everywhere, and wasn’t afraid to use it. This knife’s my pride and joy – my trusted friend. You don’t know how many jams this baby got me out of.

Grace hadn’t shot a blaster in over 107 years, but she had the mind of Christ, which allowed all things of importance to be recalled and abilities to be retained. She believed she could still shoot with the precision she had when she was an officer in the Imperial Marine Corp., and she was now ready to prove it. Tea, on the other hand, was an expert shooter, and practiced every two days at the on-board shooting ranges and when alone in the fields when he was on land.

You ready to do this, said Tea as they faced side by side.

Bring it on!

After Tea and Grace acquired an enclosed targeting booth and faced their butts. They began firing low-setting, electrified laser bolts at an armor-plated, fire-resistant sketch-target of a man portrayed firing a gun at them. As in her military days, Grace surprised herself by shooting as accurately as ever. And Tea was on target as usual. Not bad, Grace! You haven’t missed a beat, Sreng said.

You’re not so bad yourself!

But can you hit a moving target? Sreng upped the ante.

Let’s do it!

When Sreng, flipped the switch to maneuver the moving target at a sideways motion at various speeds, Sreng pulled his blaster out of its quick-draw holster, and hit the moving target dead center – straight in the butts’ heart. When Grace’s turn came, she missed the heart, but managed to hit the target off center.

You’re going to need a little more practice to keep up with me, Sreng boasted. But you’ll do fine! I can tell you were a skilled markswoman when you were in the Corp.

Yeah, you’re right! I’m going to need a whole lot of practice, Grace said sternly.

Don’t be so hard on yourself! You’ll be fine!

Tea and Grace continued to shoot rounds for another hour before Grace decided to call it quits and return to her cabin.

When will I see you again, Grace? I have to speak with you before we land on Meribah, and talk survival tactics.

I’ll be doing research on my stories this week, and sharpening my shooting skills, but when you’re ready, you call me and we’ll get together, said Grace. Then you can tell me all that’s on your mind.

Sounds good to me! If you need me, you can get my telephone number off the ship’s computerized directory.

Then, I’ll call you, Tea, shalom.

Shalom, Grace.

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After seven days, the I.S.S Constitution was nearing Meribah. Grace finished her research and listed all the questions she needed to ask her interviewees. She also did enough target practice to feel confident she could hit a standing or moving target within 120 meters. The time was now 1300 hours, and the estimated time of orbit was 1900 hours (5 p.m.), so Grace decided to call Captain Tea Lay Sreng.

And hearing him answer, she said, Shalom Captain Tea? This is Lieutenant Grace Rosh.

Long time no see, stranger! Glad to hear from you again! I was just getting ready to call you… Have you been sharpening your shooting skills?

Sure have! And I think I can honestly say I’m just as good as you!

Is that right? Sreng replied. Well, that remains to be seen, but for now, I’ll take your word for it. But here, speak to my helpmate. She’s dying to meet you! And after a short moment, Tea’s consort, Gale, answered the phone.

Shalom Grace. So happy to finally speak to you! Tea told me so many good things about you.

If walls could speak, you’d have a different opinion of me, Grace joked, getting a laugh out of Gale.

I find that hard to believe. And if Tea told me you were a no-good witch I wouldn’t believe him.

That’s nice of you to say, but if I knew this ship accommodated consorts, I would have begged mine to come, Grace observed.

Oh, I’m sorry you didn’t know!

That’s alright! If he had come, he would have just gotten in the way.

Yeah, our male consorts have a way of doing that, Gale said. Tea tells me you have the same number of kids we do.

That’s right – 32

He said that you took your time in having kids though, Gale snitched on Tea.

I guess you could say my Jon and I never been the big family type. But in abiding by the Word, we do our part to add to the Empire, Grace implied. But I don’t regret having my small family one bit. We can share the love in greater measure.

I could tell by the way you said that, that you love your children very much, and you had them out of love, and not because of duty to the Empire.

Yes, my children are the apple of my eye.

I can tell, but we’ll talk again, said Gale. I’ll let you finish your talk with Tea.

Alright, it was nice speaking to you too, Gale! And I hope to see you soon.

Maybe you can come over and have a late lunch with us before we reach Meribah?

That would be nice! It would be a privilege to break bread with you.

Then it’s a date! Gale stated. I’ll see you around, say 2-ish?

I’ll be there!

Good, I’ll see you then… Here’s Tea!

I’m back!

Gale seems like a dream.

I’m biased, but we think she’s special too, said Tea. Before dinner, why don’t you meet me in the Constitution’s mess hall? We’ll eat something light and discuss procedures before we land on Meribah. Say, in a half hour, at the Freedom deck’s mess hall entrance?

Okay Tea! I’ll see you then! Shalom!

For 30 minutes, Grace packed her possessions and laptop, in hope of residing with her sister, Beta, and her consort, Tyrus. She hoped it would be alright for Sreng to stay with them for the two weeks, so she decided to make arrangements with Beta. Grace didn’t anticipate any flak, but since they were getting close to their destination, Grace made a phone call to her sister, and sent out a few e-mails, hoping they would reach the Empire in a week’s time.

First, Grace sent an e-mail to the Saturn Rings News Service from the ship’s computer. She punched in Editor Maret Kiisler’s e-mail address, and wrote: YAHWEH DATE: 11(TREE OF LIFE).26.6589; YAHWEH TIME: 11:23 A.M.: NEARING MERIBAH. WILL MAKE CONTACT WITH MY SISTER, PASTOR BETA TONIGHT. DONE RESEARCH ON YALAK, STYX AND WOE, AND WILL TRY TO SEND THE COMPLETE STORIES IN TWO WEEKS – OR WHEN PERFECTED. YAHWEH WILLING, SINCERELY, GRACIE.

Then Grace sent another e-mail to the Rosh Family website, saying: "NEARING MERIBAH. CAN’T WAIT TO SEE BETA AND TYRUS! HOPEFULLY, I’LL BE STAYING WITH THEM DURING MY TWO-WEEK STAY, AND LOOKING FORWARD TO CATCHING UP ON ALL THE GOOD NEWS OF THE RICHARDS’ HOUSEHOLD.

YAHWEH HAS BLESSED ME TO BE ESCORTED BY A NAVY SEAL NAMED CAPTAIN TEA LAY SRENG. HE’S VERY HANDSOME AND I’LL RELY ON HIS SERVICE TO PROTECT ME. I HOPE TO HAVE YOU ALL READ MY STORIES WHEN THEY’RE FINISHED, YAHWEH WILLING! SEE YOU SOON! LOVE, HUGS AND KISSES, SINCERELY, GRACE 86145.png .

The I.S.S Constitution was in subspace telecommunications range with the Confederacy, so Grace made a call to her sister. Grace last received intermittent letters from Beta over a 349-years period, and recalled Beta and Tyrus’s last visit to the Milky Way system to christen their last child. But Grace always respected Beta, and her obedience to Yahshua in starting churches among the heathens despite their father’s objections. Now their father kicks himself for denying Beta her dream. But they’ve buried the hatchet, kissed and made up. Now, their father considers Beta, his ‘Spartan apostle,’ and Grace felt the same way towards her favorite big half-sister. And with so many years apart, Grace would finally meet Beta and her consort face to face, and share all their hopes and dreams like little girls at a sleepover. At least, that’s how Grace pictured it. But she knew she had a job to do, and it was realistic that much of her time would be spent with Tea. So Grace made the call to Beta’s Cathedral and hoped for the best.

Shalom!

Tyrus? This is Grace Rosh, Beta’s sister!

Praise Yah! How are you, sister-in-law? We weren’t sure the rumors were true. You know how communications between our two worlds can be? Where are you?

I’m still on the I.S.S. Constitution! We’re about to enter orbit around 5 p.m. We’ll be teleporting down sometime tonight, Grace informed Tyrus. Is Beta there?

No she’s not! She’s counseling a young woman at her home.

Doing the Father’s business, huh? Grace said, praising her sister.

You know Beta, said Tyrus. What time will we see you?

We’ll be coming down to the Meribah Teleport and Space Station around 6 or 7 p.m. Will you and Beta meet us?

You couldn’t keep us away. Of course we’ll be there.

I’ll also be traveling with a Navy Seal, who’s escorting me, Grace informed Tyrus. I’ll introduce you when we meet. But will it be alright, if we spent the next two weeks at your home, as our headquarters.

Sure you can! You’re family! Our home is your home! You know better than asking me that! Tyrus said.

I’m sorry, Tyrus! Just covering my bases, said Grace. But tell Beta I can’t wait to see her.

I will! You take care, Grace! And we’ll see you soon.

Cant’ wait! Shalom Tyrus!

Shalom Grace! See you around 7.

Somewhat disappointed that she didn’t speak with her sister, Grace was still glad that she made contact with Tyrus and a Richards’ family member. She would have something to build on when she finally sees Beta.

Now Grace would get ready to meet Tea at the Constitution military dining hall. During her week on the Constitution, Grace paid for all her meals at the public restaurants and from her cabin’s food replicating oven. But Grace hadn’t eaten in a military mess hall since 6482, and was eager to see what the military was eating 107 years later. As Grace waited for Tea at the Freedom Dining Hall entrance, she felt like a Marine again among the throng of coming and going officers, space service personnel, yeomen and midshipmen. And anticipating her fellowship with Tea, she salivated over the various smells of industrialized delicacies the Imperial Starfleet’ chefs prepared.

Shalom Grace, Tea said, sneaking up behind her, ready to go in?

Sure Tea! I forgot how big these mess halls were on these destroyers!

Yeah, we have to feed over 700 military personnel, four times a day, Tea said. Are you hungry?

I’m famished, but I have to save room for your Gale’s cooking.

That’s right! You don’t want to spoil yourself for Gale’s culinary magic, Tea added. She’s a master chef!

Just like my step-mother, Grace interjected. Well, she’s not exactly a chef, but she knows her way around a kitchen despite having an android with culinary expertise, and she holds her own.

As Tea passed through the secured entrance with Grace as his guest, they got in line to have their pick of the buffet-style dining selections. The banquet was filled with varieties of meats, poultry, fish, vegetables, breads, carbohydrates, fruits, desserts and beverages. But Tea just chose a slice of strawberry cheesecake with a light and sweet coffee, and Grace selected a dish of apple pie ala mode with black coffee. Then, they found a secluded table at the corner of the dining hall to discuss the procedures that had to be followed as visitors on Meribah.

As they took their seats, Grace asked Tea, How many times have you been to Meribah?

I’ve been on Meribah a couple of times, but I’ve mostly spent my time on other worlds, Tea recollected. First, I was stationed on the planet Mamror to help establish a police force there and bring it up to Imperial standards. It took 5 years… Second, I worked on the planet Chole to help rebuild the police force after accusations of corruption and extortion… On Pandemonium, we had to put down an insurrection when a Confederate’ corporation tried to shortchange its workers. And on Kentron, we captured, arrested, transported and brought to trial, a bunch of thugs who terrorized the outer territories beyond the city limits. They thought it was open season for robbing, raping and killing, but we caught them, and beheaded them. Confederate criminals must realize, whether you’re in Yalak, Styx or Woe, or even in the Milky and Honey’s worlds; if you do the crime or sin, the Holy Spirit will find you, and the police will bring you in.

What have you done on Meribah?

Mostly administrative work, said Tea. My face should open some doors, but you can never tell with the Confederate’ hierarchy.

What kind of administrative work? Recruitment, public relations, training?

All of the above, said Tea.

You seem like you live a very exciting and dangerous life. I’m glad you’re on my side!

I bet you’re game for my kind of action, being in the Marines, Tea said. From what you told me, you’re supposed to be pretty nifty with that blaster.

When I was in the Marine Corp., I was a telecommunications analyst in backrooms, not in the field shooting people, Grace said. I would love to do what you do, but I’m a writer, and my loves tend to be more cerebral.

Is that your way of calling me stupid, Grace? Tea joked. And when Grace heard that, she almost choked on her coffee from laughter.

I would never say that, Grace said, as she wiped her mouth with a napkin from coughing up java. Without you, I may very well be dead! I need your expertise! Your skills are very important to me.

I was just foolin’! said Tea. You know I was just foolin’, right?

I know! said Grace, as they both laughed and chuckled. So what do you have to tell me concerning our stay on Meribah?

Well, the first thing is that we’ll be armed with blasters, so it’s imperative that no Meribah or Confederate citizens know we have them, Tea explained. We must keep our arms concealed at all times, unless we actually have to use them.

Why is that? So no one won’t steal them?

The sinners will try to steal your weapon if you carelessly display it. And as you must know, they’re anxious to get their hands on our technologies, Tea testified. To be safe, I suggest you wear a haik over form-fitting clothes, to better conceal your weapon. And during the cool winter month, the haik will come in handy.

I have plenty of haiks. That seems easy enough, said Grace. Have you ever fired your weapon to kill?

Not recently, said Tea. But I can tell you stories, which I’ll tell you later on, when we have more time.

What else?

I know this may go against your good nature, but don’t act too polite. Nothing’s wrong with being courteous, but in the Confederacy, some may see your kindness as a sign of weakness, and challenge you for any small matter, especially if they know you’re a Christian, said Tea. Only say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ sparingly. Also, don’t stare too long at these people. Staring can break out into fighting if you look at someone the wrong way. But if they challenge you, don’t take your eyes off them. You may have to stare them down to prevent any unnecessary trouble.

You want me to be myself, don’t you, Tea?

I want you to be alive when we come out of this, said Tea. I’d look like a fool if anything happens to you. I’d be the laughingstock of Imperial Starfleet. Not to mention, the Navy and Coast Guards!

Yes, we have to keep your reputation intact at all cost, right? Grace said sarcastically.

That’s right, Grace! At all cost! By any means necessary! Do or die! And failure is not an option!

Okay, I get it! Is there anything else?

Do you have a laptop, digital camera and/or recorder?

All three!

Well, if you must bring them, don’t display them out in the field. Leave it at the hotel or in a satchel while we’re in public. Laptops and electronics are sought after just as aggressively as weapons. And Grace; never, never set your devises down if you want to see them again! Keep them on your person and concealed, Tea explained. Also, I know your primary writing audience will be the good people of the Splendid Lands, and slanted towards the spiritually-minded, but whatever you do, keep topics of religion for the people you’re interviewing, not the common man. Talking of religion can get us killed, especially if you get into an argument. But I don’t have to tell you that, right?

You do have to tell me! Grace said, being fed up with all the restrictions. My whole story is about religion, politics, faith and law. What am I to do if I can’t discuss those topics?

I didn’t say you can’t talk about it with your interviewees, just don’t talk about it with the man or woman on the street, Tea said. You don’t know who you may come across. We have to be discreet! That’s why I’m tagging along – to make sure you can talk politics and religion and not get your throat slashed.

And now realizing the world she was entering, Grace said, If we make it out of this trip alive, make sure I make you a sumptuous home-cooked meal. And Gale and your kids are all invited.

I’m going to hold you to that too, Grace!

Believe me! Knowing what I know now, if we make it out alive, it will be my pleasure to cook for you.

Believe me! It will be my pleasure to eat your cooking, especially if you make a mean macaroni and cheese.

"Shoot boy! That’s my specialty! Grace said proudly. I learned it from my blessed grandmother!"

If you’re going back to grandma, then I know I’m expecting a tasty meal, Tea said. "Grandmas can throw down!"

I know that’s right!

There’s one more thing, Grace. Whatever you do, don’t pray for the children of these people unless you know them. Praying for a priest’s or priestess’s child can get us arrested.

Who made that law? said Grace. That ridiculous!

The Confederacy made that law, and I’d suggest you obey it!

Don’t worry I will! said Grace grumbling. I get it, but still . . .

We’re behind the borders of the Confederacy now, Grace. The Empire’s over 43 billion light years away. We have no back-up. I suggest you abide by Confederate law. It’ll keep us alive. Do you understand?

I get it!

So where are you staying over the next two weeks?

I’m glad you asked, said Grace. I’m planning on staying with my sister and her consort.

That’s good! Then I’m staying with you, if that’s alright?

Unfortunately, you have to stay on the streets, is that alright?

And Tea laughed. I know you can treat me better than that!

I’ll see what I can do. But you’re staying with me, my sister and her consort.

That’s good! Do you know where your sister lives?

I’m not sure, but I believe she live in a house on the outskirts of Meribah, Grace said. They’re supposed to meet us at the Meribah Teleport and Space Station around 2100 hours. That should give us enough time to eat Gale’s cooking and say goodbye.

I figured you would stay at your sister’s place. It beats staying at a hotel, hostel or hospice where thieves are, Tea said. I’ll be happy to spend time with your sister’s family.

They’re ready to roll out the red carpet for us, said Grace.

Then I’m there! Tea said. Are you almost finished with your pie?

Yeah, I’m finished! You ready to go?

Yes, I have to make some phone calls before we land, Tea said. I have to get in contact with the Meribah Police Force, and tell them we’re in town. But they should be expecting us. I sent a letter by freighter transport two weeks ago. In case we have to shoot anybody, I want the Meribah police force to know we were permitted to do so, before they start shooting back. You can never be too safe. You ready?"

Let’s go, Grace said, as she swallowed her last drop of coffee.

It’s almost 14 noon, and we have a little over two hours before we eat. So I’ll see you later. We’re on the Minuteman deck, Cabin #229.

I’ll be there at 1600 hours!

Good! I’ll see you then, Grace.

Shalom, Tea.

*     *     *

When Grace returned to her cabin, she took a warm bubble bath, and dressed in a black skin-tight leather suit. And she opened her Bible to get some spiritual insights before meeting the Srengs. Grace studied Yahshua’s farewell speech to His disciples before His arrest and crucifixion, compared it to the speech He made at His going away 365 years ago, and felt the need to pray. The safeguards that Captain Sreng pointed out made the banished territories more dangerous than she imagined, and she felt Tea’s precautions only aroused her fears and doubts. But her spirit rose up within her, and she decided to put her trust in Yahweh as the Writer of her destiny.

So she prayed again: Father, You know what Captain Tea told me this morning, and You know how I’m unprepared for any arm-to-arm combat, theft, rape or killing. I’m a journalist, and haven’t fought anyone in over 107 years. You know the land I’m entering is a dangerous land occupied with theives, murderers, rapists and liars, but I put my trust in You as the Keeper of my soul. I don’t know what may befall me, what’s going to be said, or how these sinners react to my questions, but I will keep the faith and only speak as the Holy Spirit gives me utterance. And if I must be bold in declaring the truth, I know You will fill me with Your conquering spirit. I will not succumb to intimidation, foul words, sinister stares, numbing fears or doubts, for I am in Your secret place and under the shadow of Your wings. I run into Your strong tower and am safe. Therefore, let my words and good deeds bring revival to Yalak, Styx and Woe, or at the least, make sinners consider their ways. And if they see any good in me, let it be the good that drives them to repent. I know my words may seem like idealistic ramblings among a society conceived in sin and iniquity, but if I could save one, then truly Your will here will be done. I’m not asking for the journalistic acceptance of my writings, I’m only asking to make a difference in a sinful man or sinful woman’s life.

And saying that short prayer, Grace hoped she could live by Tea’s warnings to keep her faith under wraps. But she felt her prayers had been answered and Yahweh was about to do a miracle. All week she had asked for protection in her travels, and the safety of her children and consort back home. And since she believed she would make it back to her family alive, she decided to put on the television and watch an old video of a Yahshua-led church service, while drinking a glass of iced tea. When 1600 hours was near, Grace moved her packed luggage by the door, turned off the television, the lights, and left her cabin to search for an outlet to purchase a bottle of wine as a gift offering to the Srengs. And purchasing a bottle of white wine Zind Humbrecht Riesling Vendange Tardive, vintage year 6579, Grace found her way to the Minuteman deck, and knocked on the Sreng’ door.

A young boy let her in, and Grace said, Shalom, and asked the child’s name.

I’m Hun Sreng! What’s yours?

My name is Grace Rosh! I’m here to eat dinner with you and your family. Is your father in?

Sure, I’ll go get him, Hun said, as he closed the door behind her.

How old are you, Hun? Grace queried before he hurried off.

I’m seven years old, he said, as he departed the living room, and left Grace with another boy who was in the middle of a chess game with Hun. There was also an older girl reading a book.

Are you Tea’s children too? Grace primarily asked the girl due to her facial resemblance.

Yes, my name is Rose, and I’m 14-years old, she said. That’s Matt, Hun’s friend.

Shalom, said Matt.

Shalom! said Grace. Are you seven too?

I am! But I won’t ask how old you are, Matt said with a mischieveous smile.

I see you got jokes, Matt… So what are you reading, Rose?

"The Autobiography of Mosheh: Yahweh’s Servant."

That’s a great book. I read it several times.

I just started it, but I can tell it’s a great read, said Rose.

As Grace stood in the living room among Rose and Matt, she smelled the aroma of broiled salmon and rice, with the whiff of a baking cake. And when Hun returned to resume his chess game, Tea followed behind him, and said he was sorry he didn’t let Grace in. He then invited her into the kitchen to meet Gale.

The aroma coming from the kitchen smells delicious, said Grace.

That’s my Gale for you! If it wasn’t for Yahshua’s blessing of perfect physiques, I’d be as fat as a pig, Tea said. Did you meet Rose, Hun and Matt?

Yes, we’ve met. The children seem very studious, and Matt is a real character.

Yeah, Matt’s a riot! We love him though. But we make sure Rose and Hun keep up with their schoolwork and do well in seminary. But let me introduce you to Gale.

And hearing Tea and Grace entering the kitchen, Gale turned from hovering over a hot stove, and said, Greetings Grace. It’s so nice to finally meet you. Gale was a flawless beauty in a small woman’s frame. She had long braided red hair, a body to entice any man, and the politeness of a concierge.

Glad to meet you too, Gale! Here’s a bottle of white wine as a gift. I didn’t know whether to get red or white, so I just got what I liked. But from the smell of the broiled salmon, I made the right choice.

White wine or red wine, it will be enjoyed either way. But it’s the thought that counts. And it’s such an intoxicating thought too, Gale said, inspecting the wine’s vintage, and giving Grace a naughty grin. So how was your week? I heard you were busy.

It was somewhat hectic – searching computer databases, getting lost in the Constitution’s libraries, and trying to sharpen my shooting skills, Grace divulged, but overall, I had a pleasant seven days.

Grace is a great shooter too, interjected Tea, as he took a cake out of the oven, and prepared to lather chocolate icing on it.

Not as good as your man, Gale! Tea’s an excellent shot!

Yeah, I know! He spends enough time at the shooting gallery to shoot the eyes off a bubblebee, Gale said. I’m surprised you two haven’t met at the gallery during the week.

I usually went after midnight, when the shooting gallery was primarily empty, Grace revealed.

That explains it! At that time, Tea had better be in bed with me, Gale said, as they all joked about Tea’s romanticism.

Well, through your lovemaking I see you’ve raised two well-adjusted children, Grace added. They appear so studious and well-behaved.

Thank Yahweh! Gale said. We’ve been blessed to only raise two devils, and they both were banished to Styx for fornication before Tea’s deployment. We don’t know where they are now. But Rose and Hun are angels. They love school, love church, and love us. But more importantly, they love Yahshua.

And that’s all that matters when you get right down to it.

Tea told me you have 32 children too, queried Gale.

That’s right! Over a 358-year period though, said Grace. Me, and my consort proved to not be the big family type. We sort of got our queue from my parents. They only have 304 children over a 410-year period. You may know my father?

Who is he? asked Tea.

Orion Rosh, Speaker of Congress.

I thought your name sounded familiar, said Tea.

Yeah my dad’s been around since the days before the Second Coming, said Grace.

Is that right? There’s only a few of those dinosaurs left, Gale said. I bet you’re just bubbling over with stories about the Second Coming and earlier times.

Every year during the New Year’s and the Second Coming Anniversaries, our family gather at my father’s compound, to hear the stories of Armageddon, the fall of the Jesus Beast, Yahshua’s descent upon the Earth with the heavenly host, and the rise of the Empire from a group of devoted survivalists on the Mount of Olives.

I would love to be a fly on the wall at that get-together, said Tea, as he listened from the dining room and ordered the kids to set the table. How I wish I could have lived in that time, and seen our Messiah face to face.

Have you seen the Messiah? asked Rose.

I have, and if I get the chance, I’ll tell you about Him at dinner, said Grace. By His mercies, I was able to witness and see the glory of Yahshua before He went away.

Imagine that, living in the reign of Emperor Yahshua! You’re like royalty. That only makes my job protecting you all the more dangerous!

Don’t say that Tea, said Grace. "I’ve been praying for us, and whatever happens down on Meribah and the planets we visit, everything’s going to be alright. Our lives are more valuable to Yahweh alive, than dead. We have a message to give to the people of the Milk and Honey Empire, as well as a message to the sinners.

You’re not getting over-zealous on me now, Grace? Like I said, we’re not on Saturn any more, Tea warned. Please don’t be the death of me before I send my kids to college!

Yeah, Grace, don’t be the death of my consort! He’s all we’ve got, said Gale, in a humorous tone, which had overtures of desperation.

And hearing such words from an affectionate couple, Grace considered her own family, and decided she may have been too idealistic in her prayers for Confederate revival. Sometimes, saving a life is more important than saving a soul, if it means the possibility of losing your way, destroying a hope, or killing a dream. And in her heart, she decided to leave the soul-saving to her half-sister, Beta, and the life-saving to Tea. She would only concentrate on getting the best story she could, and do what she does best. I’m sorry Tea! You’re right! Sometimes my faith gets the best of me! But while we’re down on the Confederate planets, I give you full control. Sorry Gale!

That’s alright, honey! said Gale. It’s all new to you. Just remember, Tea has been dealing with the sinners for years. Daddy knows best.

And feeling inspired by Grace’s words and that she had been with the Messiah, Tea asked Grace to pray for him and Gale. Pray that Elohim would give us twins, our consortium would last till Kingdom come, and for the continued cohesiveness of our family. So before dinner was served, Tea gathered Gale, their kids, and Matt into a circle to hold hands and have Grace pray.

"Father, in the Name of Yahshua Mashiyach, we ask that You put a special blessing upon my friends, the Srengs, and young Matt. Give them a mind that is not double-minded or plagued with doubts or fears. For You knew them before they were in their mother’s womb, and they desire to know You with the same understanding. But only by sincere prayer, fasting and meditating on Your Word day and night, do we learn of You, and gain that knowledge that surpasses all understanding. Bless all 32 of the Sreng children – from the youngest to the eldest – and make them meek observers and students of truth. In the end, help them choose life to become faithful imitators of Christ who know their Elohim. Let the youngest grow up to be fine citizens and soldiers of the Empire, acquiring holy consorts in their own right, and procreating yahly children as their inheritance. And let them all be partakers of Yahweh’s heavenly guarantees.

"In our war-torn future, let all come out of the Final Conflict more than conquerors, walking hand-in-hand with Elohim in the great bye-and-bye. May the spiritual bond between the Sreng children and their parents be as strong as the Father’s is for His Only Begotten Son! Grant Tea and Gale the desires of their hearts, which is to give You twins through their lovemaking. Work in their loins to bless them with a multiple set of twins in the coming months and years, and make their twins holy and righteous in Yah. For it is said, a good child is like a taste of honey, while an evil child is like the