Children of the Light: In the Beginning

By Christine Thomas

About the Book
When a group of children are accidentally affected by a light experiment, they find themselves with the ability to travel at the speed of light between physical and spiritual realms. Armed with the swords of God’s power, warring angels, and the name of Jesus; they learn to battle in the spirit realm to save themselves, their families, and a nearby town from evil plans of destruction.
Children of the Light teaches readers the importance of prayer by giving a glimpse of the warfare that rages in a world not seen with natural eyes. So, when things go “bump” in the night, we know what to do to “bump” back using weapons of warfare provided by God.
Children of the Light has been called a spiritual warfare manual that teaches with real scripture principles but is written to provide an exciting and thrilling adventure all ages will enjoy and find hard to put down.
About the Author
Christine Thomas is a licensed, ordained minister and a graduate of Cornerstone University in Grand Rapids, MI. Through her work with various branches of the community including spiritual care and counseling, being a sexual assault victim advocate, and spreading awareness of sex trafficking, she has seen enough damage done from the kingdom of darkness that she is passionate about giving people a chance of winning their spiritual battles, and not just surviving them.
She has been married to her husband Jeff for 50 years and has five children and six grandchildren. Some of her grandchildren’s names are used as main characters in this book.
Her hobbies include dancing, writing, being outdoors, and eating food. If prayer is considered a hobby, then that’s one too!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dorrance Publishing Company
• Release date: Sep 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887295527

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Children of the Light

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I would like to thank the late Pastor Robert L. Brown and Ida Moon for their encouragement to finish writing Children of the Light.

I thank Kenneth Copeland for musing over how God’s chariot travels at the speed of light.  God used it as a seed in my imagination for this book.

I would like to also thank my family, husband Jeffery Sr., and children Teshna, Taneka, Alana, Jeffery II, and Jessica for not complaining when I slipped upstairs to write while they were all downstairs watching a movie.

And I mostly thank God - Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, without whom this book would never have been written.v

Children of the Light is an amazing book that Christine Thomas designed as a children’s book. Children will love it and learn much as it illustrates the unseen heavenly reality behind very real spiritual battles taking place between the Kingdoms of Heaven and Darkness in this hour. Children, teens, and adults will enjoy reading it and hopefully many of them will lay down other books that deal with the darker side to be caught up in the spiritual drama unfolding all around from a truly Biblical viewpoint.

I sense that the Lord has a much broader anointing in mind for this book than Christine imagined. This generation of youth is a chosen generation - chosen at this precise time in history to do the greater works that Jesus spoke of in John 14:12. I believe this book is prophetic in nature and describes the extraordinary way that Kingdom youth will be engaging in battle in the days straight ahead.

Christine writes in the language of the younger generation. Older adolescents and teens will relate to phrases that they use in texting such as OMG or Oh my goodness. The kid in me had trouble putting Children of the Light down before completing it.

As a deliverance minister, I believe Christine is right on in the way she describes every person’s battle.

I trust this book will be the first of a series. It teaches much like Jesus did - using earthly stories to release Kingdom truth. I can’t wait to get my own copy of it and look forward to reading it to my grandchildren. I can only imagine the discussions we will have as God uses Children of The Light to equip this generation for greater works.

Douglas Carr

Founder and director of Free Indeed Ministries

Sturgis, Michigan

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CHAPTER ONE

Grownups are supposed to be able to handle things, especially doctors. They’re trained to know things and take charge of situations like this. But Dr. Evans was just staring at her as if his brain just left at the speed of light.

Tyra jumped down off the bed and raced to the opening in the curtain, yelling at the top of her voice. Diondre, Jayden, Caleb, Joshua! Are you guys in here?

Tyra heard the sound of a metal tray clanging against the floor, followed by the sound of metal instruments scattering across the tile in every direction. She assumed they must have fallen off the tray Dr. Evans had been using. Tyra heard a voice that sounded like Jayden’s. She began running towards the sound, yelling the names of the gang. She ran to the first curtained bed and pulled the curtain back. A startled elderly man looked back at her across the top of his breathing mask. Tyra gasped and jumped back.

She whirled around and almost slipped on the floor. She continued to call out to the gang and ran to the next curtained bed. Jayden was trying to get up but was having a hard time getting the side railing down.

Just forget the railing and climb off the end of the bed, gasped Tyra.

Just then she heard the soft padding of hospital shoes on the floor and turned to see Dr. Evans and a nurse coming directly towards them.

Hurry, run! They’re coming! rushed Tyra breathlessly.

Who’s coming? asked Jayden. Fear had him looking around the curtain, trying to see who was coming.

No, don’t look, just run! said Tyra as she grabbed Jayden by the sleeve of his hospital gown.

Hey, watch it! You’re gonna tear my gown off, Jayden complained.

Just then, Dr. Evans pulled the curtain back and began to step inside Jayden’s area. Tyra ran around the bed, pulling Jayden with her. She ducked under the curtain and ran into the next curtained area, still pulling Jayden behind her. They both ran into Diondre who was getting out of his bed. They all screamed and fell on the cold hard floor, shocked and gasping for air.

Hold it! shouted Dr. Evans. Don’t either one of you move another muscle! What are you trying to do? Where are you trying to go? And why are you running away from me?

Diondre looked at Jayden. Jayden looked at Tyra. Tyra stared back at Dr. Evans and promptly passed out. All she remembered was Diondre and Dr. Evans both reaching for her and bumping heads. Then the blackness came again. But this time, there was no speeding or floating. No movement, no sound, no gang, no nothing, just the blackness.

TWO WEEKS BEFORE…

Hey Tye… Tyra! Wait up! Where are you going in such a hurry? yelled Diondre.

Where else would I be going this early on a Sunday morning? Class! replied Tyra with sarcasm. You know the routine same as I do. Get up, clean up, hurry up, and don’t be late. It’s more like, ‘Don’t make me late.’ I tell you, I don’t see why my parents are so fired up in a hurry to get to Sunday school. What’s the big deal anyway?

I don’t know, replied Diondre. My parents have never acted like this before. They’re actually excited to get up earlier on a Sunday morning. Go figure! It just doesn’t make sense.

Diondre thought for a minute. You know, this all started about a month ago.

You know, you’re right, replied Tyra thoughtfully. What happened a month ago?

They started bringing home assignments from Sunday school, laughed Diondre.

But who gets excited about homework? asked Tyra. Like you said, go figure.

Tyra and Diondre continued walking down the hall and entered their Sunday school room. They were a little early and stood in the doorway, looking around.

Hey Tye, Dion, over here! someone yelled.

Tyra and Diondre looked across the room to the tables over by the windows and saw Jayden, Joshua, and Caleb already seated together. Jayden was waving his arms wildly over his head.

Hey you guys, hurry up before class starts, yelled Jayden. Come on. I saved your seats for you.

After the group was seated together, Caleb asked, Hey, did you guys hear the news?

Then he sat back, waiting. Enjoying the moment of knowing something no one else knew.Tyra rolled her eyes expressively. Caleb was always trying to be in the spotlight. Tyra had little to no patience with Caleb.

Cut it out! she snapped. We ask what news. You smile, ask us why we didn’t already know. We say ‘We don’t even know what you’re talking about so we can’t even say whether we do or don’t know, cause we don’t know what you’re talking about.’ So quit foolin’ around and get to the point.

Just then, the classroom door opened. Everyone stopped talking and turned at the sound of a new voice. It was an adult, an older adult. A lot older than their teacher, Ms. Green. The stranger’s voice sounded like water flowing smoothly over a stone in a streambed. It was kind of relaxing.

A new teacher? said Joshua, who usually doesn’t say much, but when he does, it’s usually short and to the point.

Hey, wait a minute! whined Caleb. That was my news!

Sssshhhhhh! said Diondre, adjusting his glasses down on his nose so he could look over them.

In walked Ms. Green with the older lady quietly following in her footsteps. They both walked to Ms. Green’s desk at the head of the class.

Good morning, everyone, said Ms. Green. I hope you all had a good week. As you can see, we have a visitor in class today. This is Ms. Gray.

A visitor, said Tyra quietly with a pointed look in Caleb’s direction.

Ssshhhhh! said Joshua, leaning forward to hear better.

Ms. Gray will be visiting with our class this week and the next. After the second week, she will take over the teaching of this class.

A chorus of groans rose from the students in the room.

Caleb looked back at Tyra and stuck his tongue out, then mouthed, I told you so.

Now, now class, said Ms. Green. I appreciate your disappointment over my leaving. But we want to make sure Ms. Gray feels welcome. And I’m sure you will make her feel just as welcome as you did me back when I first arrived. Now, as we only have thirty minutes left before you leave, let’s get into today’s lesson. Does anyone know the story about Daniel and his delayed answer to prayer?

Diondre raised his hand. Wasn’t that when Daniel’s prayer wasn’t answered because a prince stopped it?

Ms. Green smiled at Diondre. Something like that, she said.

Caleb, not wanting to be left out, said, If God is all powerful, how could a man keep Him from answering Daniel’s prayer?

Good question, Caleb, responded Ms. Green. Remember I said, ‘something like that’ happened. Let’s go over the story.

Class went by quickly after that. Everyone had gotten pretty excited about the fight between God’s angels and Satan’s fallen angels who had gotten kicked out of heaven.

That was pretty cool, said Joshua in the hall after class. "The fight reminded me of Star Wars or something. I didn’t know angels fought angels."

Yeah, that was pretty cool. Wouldn’t that be something to see? A fight between the angels of God and the fallen angels of Satan, said Tyra. Talk about the fight of the century!

What fight is that? asked Diondre’s father, Mr. Carter. Who are the fighters? I haven’t heard anything about a fight of the century.

It’s not a real fight, said Diondre to his dad. Tyra and I were just saying it would be the fight of the century to see God’s angels fighting Satan’s fallen angels.

What in the world has you two thinking about spiritual warfare? asked Mr. Carter. That’s a pretty advanced subject, even for some adults.

We learned about how Daniel’s prayer was held up twenty-one days by the prince of Persia, which was one of Satan’s fallen angels, replied Tyra. The lesson was on prayer and how we need to patiently wait on God’s answer, even when we don’t see the answer to our prayers right away.

Hmmm, said Mr. Carter thoughtfully, Maybe I should come to your class next week. That sounds like a pretty good lesson. What’s next week’s lesson about?

Diondre looked at his dad and said, You are just kidding, aren’t you? You’re not really going to come to class with me?

Oh, I don’t know… said Mr. Carter, with a wink at Tyra.

Tyra caught on and joined in the fun, Next week’s lesson is on the power of praying together in a group. Mr. Carter, you could join our group and pray with us! said Tyra excitedly. You and Mrs. Carter already pray every Sunday. You could help our group do it the right way!

Diondre looked at Tyra as if she had lost her mind. He was just about to protest when Mrs. Carter joined the group.

You two stop ganging up on my Diondre,she said, putting a protective arm around Diondre’s shoulders.

Mr. Carter innocently raised an eyebrow as if he didn’t have a clue of what his wife was talking about.

Don’t try to play innocent with me. You visiting the kid’s class? I’d like to see that one! she laughed.

Mr. Carter looked at Tyra. Well, we tried. We had him going for a little bit.

Tyra laughed. Mr. Carter was always fun to be around. She thought more adults should be like him. It seemed like he still knew how it felt to be their age and didn’t have a problem joining in their fun.

Well, I need to go find my parents before the service starts, said Tyra. So, I’d better get going. See you later, she said to Diondre. It was nice seeing you again, she said to Mr. and Mrs. Carter as she turned to go into the main auditorium.

Tyra headed over to the section they usually sat in and started to look for her parents. She didn’t see them anywhere, so she picked up a bulletin and began reading. When she got to the prayer section, she was surprised to see Ms. Green’s name on the list for prayer. Tyra underlined Ms. Green’s name, folded the bulletin, and put it into her purse. She’d find out more about it later.

Just as the music started, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas and Tyra’s little sister, Talia, came and sat by Tyra.

Sorry we’re late, dear, said Mrs. Thomas. We were praying for some of the people on the prayer list and didn’t realize how late it was.

Tyra was just going to ask about Ms. Green when it was time to stand up for the first song. She made a mental note to ask her mom about Ms. Green later on, after the service, and began singing. As usual, Talia moved over to stand next to Tyra. Oh boy, here we go again, thought Tyra. Talia always had a million questions to ask and never grew tired of talking. Their dad had jokingly said, Talia talked more than a radio. Tyra laughed out loud when she remembered that.

Shhhhhh, said Mr. Thomas.

Sorry, Dad, said Tyra as she put her hand over her mouth and turned her attention back to the song they were singing.

After the service, Mr. Thomas said the family was eating out this Sunday. Tyra’s favorite restaurant with an all-you-can-eat buffet. Tyra completely forgot about Ms. Green until later that night when she was getting her things together for school the next day.

Hey, Mom, said Tyra, when she found her mother in the living room reading a book. Why is Ms. Green’s name on the prayer list? Is she sick or something?

Mrs. Thomas looked up with a far-away look in her eyes, her mind still on what she had just read. What was that, Tye? she asked.

Ms. Green’s name is on the prayer list in the church bulletin. Do you know what’s wrong with her? Is she sick or something? Tyra asked again.

Yes, dear, said Mrs. Thomas. But it’s nothing you have to worry about. She has to go to the hospital in a couple weeks. We are just praying that everything will be alright.

Is that why we’re getting a new Sunday school teacher? asked Tyra, putting it all together.

Probably, dear, said Mrs. Thomas. But it’s time you got back to getting your things ready for school tomorrow. You know how you have to rush around at the last minute if you don’t take care of it the night before.

Okay, Mom, said Tyra, heading back to her room.

If Ms. Green was going to be alright, she felt fine. But she’ll check with Diondre at school the next day to see if he had heard anything about Ms. Green. If not, there was always Caleb who seemed to have a sixth sense for news.

The next day at school, the gang sat together for lunch. Joshua had his nose stuck in a book. He did not look up when Tyra sat down. Caleb was busy making sure his hair was in place. Among other things, Caleb always felt he had to look his best at all times. Jayden looked up from the peanut butter sandwich he had his mom pack at least three times a week.

Hi, Tye! he said before getting back to his lunch.

Tyra sat down with her lunch tray and began organizing her food on her tray. Hi, Jayden. What’s up?

Jayden shrugged his shoulders since his mouth was full of peanut butter that was stuck to the roof of his mouth.

Did anyone read the church bulletin yesterday? asked Tyra.

They all looked at her as if she had asked them if they walked on the moon yesterday.

Well, the reason I’m asking is because Ms. Green’s name was on the prayer list.

That got everyone’s attention.

I asked my mom why, and she said Ms. Green was going to the hospital in a couple of weeks.

Joshua looked concerned. Is that why we’re getting a new Sunday school teacher?

Yes, answered Tyra.

Everyone was quiet for a minute. Each one had their own thoughts to think about.

Jayden asked, Is it real serious? If we’re getting a new teacher, not a temporary teacher, it sounds like they don’t expect Ms. Green to come back.

No one said anything after that. Everyone picked over the rest of their lunch and went to class. Diondre passed Tyra a note which she stuffed into her jeans’ pocket. It couldn’t be urgent because they were in school. She’d read it during her last class.

Tyra’s mind kept going back to what Jayden had said during lunch, It sounds like they don’t expect Ms. Green to come back. Ms. Green did not look sick and she didn’t complain about being sick. She never missed a Sunday school class, so it just didn’t add up.

English was almost over. The last class of the day for Tyra. She reached into her pocket and pulled out Diondre’s note. It simply said, Call me. Tyra put the note back into her pocket. She’d call Diondre after she got home and had a chance to do her homework. Maybe she’d call him before she did her homework so they could work on their assignments together.

Tyra walked home from the bus stop, her mind going back and forth between Ms. Green and her math homework. They were going to have a quiz tomorrow on what they went over in class today. Tyra wanted to make sure she went over her math notes and problems when she got home.

Mom, I’m home, called Tyra as she came in the front door. There was no answer. Mom? called Tyra, going into the kitchen. Empty.

Tyra went to the door to the basement. The door was closed. She opened the door and peered through but the basement lights were out. No one was down there. Just before Tyra’s brain began to worry, she heard someone talking from the direction of her parent’s bedroom. Tyra walked towards her mother’s voice. It sounded strained. Tyra began to worry.

Mom? she called out as she walked down the hall.

Hi, Tyra! answered her mom. I’ll be right out. I left a snack for you in the kitchen on the counter. Give me just a few minutes and I’ll be with you, dear.

Tyra breathed a sigh of relief. What was wrong with her? Maybe she was getting jumpy because of all the worrying over Ms. Green. She shrugged and turned back towards the kitchen. The snack her mom had left on the counter was wrapped to stay warm. Tyra pulled back the wrapping and started munching. She was just going to reach for the kitchen phone when her mom walked in.

Hi, dear, said Mrs. Thomas, giving Tyra a hug around the shoulders. How did school go today? Anything unusual happen?

Well, now that you mention it, said Tyra, we were talking over lunch.

Who’s we? asked Mrs. Thomas.

"You know, me, Diondre, Joshua, Caleb, and Jayden. We