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Showing posts with label terrible danger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label terrible danger. Show all posts

Saturday, January 26, 2019

The Walls Will Come Crashing Down

Another installment in the story Terror and Tranquility 

 We are going to be swept back in time to the banks of the swollen Jordan. The immense multitude of Israelite's have marched solemnly across although I am sure more than one boy may have picked up a stone to fling at the mighty wall of water. Fearful, tearful faces have lined the walls of the proud city of Jericho wondering, and worrying whatever is going on. Now let us get back to Rehab's viewpoint. If you are confused as to what this is all about, go back a page or two and that will help.

  Rehab returned to the rooftop and visited long with the stalwart, young men. Her cheeks burned however, when she thought of how shamelessly she had flirted with the soldiers downstairs.It hadn't bothered in her the least at other times, but now followers of the true God had come to her for assistance.I would never want them to see me acting like that!
  After the spies safely returned to their own people, Rehab had made haste to tell all her relatives that they would be protected when the enemy attacked if they would find shelter in her apartment. They took her at her  word.

Sunday, January 20, 2019

The Frantic Search for Spies

O.K. Here we go... Did you read the first parts of Terror and Tranquility?





 All the armed forces I have ever heard of come unencumbered by family.but these men have their women and offspring along as through they would never consider the possibility of failure in their mission.
   Rehab found herself with much time on her hands. I will occupy myself with my spinning, although we possibly have very few days left to live. If I am to die, I hope they kill me quickly so I need not suffer over much. I wonder what it is like in the Hereafter.
  Rehab went to the rooftop to access her winter's supply of flax and saw that there was more than enough to keep her busy spinning and weaving for many days to come.
  Just then a gentle knock sounded at the door. Rehab would have missed it had her ears not been keenly tuned to sounds in her entryway. She was used to all sorts of raucous noises in the street below.
She ran lightly down the stairs and peered through a crack in the door.
  "Thou art here!" she cried.