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in a position to help thwart the worst schemes of the evil one and see men and women come to Christ in spite of everything.
“If you wonder what to say, how to phrase it, just align yourself with me. Say without hesitation that you share Mac McCullum’s views of the Global Community and are as wholly committed as he is to the policies and direction of the leadership. A truer word will never be spoken.
“I’m not saying it will be easy. The pay is exorbitant, as you know, but you will not enjoy one cent of it. The perquisites are like none you ever dreamed of, but you will constantly feel in need of cleansing. Praise God, that cleansing is there, because we are under assignment from the Almighty. It’s short-term work, because Tsion Ben-Judah is right: When the mark of the beast is required for buying or selling, you know it’ll be a requirement for being on the payroll here. We’ll go from senior members of the staff to international fugitives overnight.
“I need you, Abdullah, that’s all I can say. You and Ray and I cooperated in the past. This won’t be as fun, but there won’t be a dull moment. I’ll look forward to once again sharing the cockpit with a respected airman and a brother I can trust. All the best, Mac.”
Buck sat next to Chloe on the couch. Tsion sat nearby, as did Leah. Here she was, brand-new in the house and already involved in a prayer meeting about their leader. Buck prayed hesitantly and not without guilt. Should they not have simply confronted Rayford? Wasn’t this akin to spiritually talking behind his back? Surely Tsion would approach Rayford in due time.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rayford hated feeling isolated from the others. With his dream of eliminating Carpathia (even temporarily) he ironically had more in common with Hattie than with anyone. It was his own fault for losing control and making them tread carefully around him. But what was going on downstairs at midnight? All of them praying together always encouraged Rayford. But did this constitute a meeting of the Trib Force without him? Should he be offended?
Of course they were free to meet in any combination of brothers and sisters they wished. It wasn’t like they were conducting business. What was the matter with him? When did he start caring about such trivia? Rayford tiptoed down so as not to disturb them. Sure enough, they sat on the couch and in chairs in the living room, heads bowed, praying. Everyone but Hattie.
Rayford was moved and suddenly wanted to join them. His motive wasn’t pure. He wanted to reconcile with them without having to apologize again. Inserting himself in a spiritual exercise would speak volumes. He could even pray for forgiveness for his outbursts. . . .
As he slipped into the living room, Rayford’s conscience was suddenly crushed. What a fool! How small! To be so blessed of God despite wrenching pain and then to want to use prayer to manipulate. . . . He nearly retreated but now wanted to join them for the right reasons. He didn’t even want to pray aloud. He just wanted to agree with them before God, to be part of this body, this church. He knew he would feel worthy to lead them again only when he realized that he was not worthy aside from the gift of God.
He was the object of the prayer meeting. First one, then another, mentioned his name. They prayed for his strength, for peace, for comfort in his grief. They prayed for supernatural contentment when that was humanly impossible.
He could have been offended, to be, in essence, gossiped about in prayer. But he was ashamed. He had been worse than he had feared. Rayford knelt silently. Eventually the emotion and fervency of the prayers so humiliated and humbled him that he was powerless to hide anymore. He pitched forward onto his elbows and wept aloud. He was just sorry, so sorry, and grateful they believed him worth the effort to restore.
Chloe was the first to rush to Rayford, but rather than lift him, she merely knelt with him and embraced
“If you wonder what to say, how to phrase it, just align yourself with me. Say without hesitation that you share Mac McCullum’s views of the Global Community and are as wholly committed as he is to the policies and direction of the leadership. A truer word will never be spoken.
“I’m not saying it will be easy. The pay is exorbitant, as you know, but you will not enjoy one cent of it. The perquisites are like none you ever dreamed of, but you will constantly feel in need of cleansing. Praise God, that cleansing is there, because we are under assignment from the Almighty. It’s short-term work, because Tsion Ben-Judah is right: When the mark of the beast is required for buying or selling, you know it’ll be a requirement for being on the payroll here. We’ll go from senior members of the staff to international fugitives overnight.
“I need you, Abdullah, that’s all I can say. You and Ray and I cooperated in the past. This won’t be as fun, but there won’t be a dull moment. I’ll look forward to once again sharing the cockpit with a respected airman and a brother I can trust. All the best, Mac.”
Buck sat next to Chloe on the couch. Tsion sat nearby, as did Leah. Here she was, brand-new in the house and already involved in a prayer meeting about their leader. Buck prayed hesitantly and not without guilt. Should they not have simply confronted Rayford? Wasn’t this akin to spiritually talking behind his back? Surely Tsion would approach Rayford in due time.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rayford hated feeling isolated from the others. With his dream of eliminating Carpathia (even temporarily) he ironically had more in common with Hattie than with anyone. It was his own fault for losing control and making them tread carefully around him. But what was going on downstairs at midnight? All of them praying together always encouraged Rayford. But did this constitute a meeting of the Trib Force without him? Should he be offended?
Of course they were free to meet in any combination of brothers and sisters they wished. It wasn’t like they were conducting business. What was the matter with him? When did he start caring about such trivia? Rayford tiptoed down so as not to disturb them. Sure enough, they sat on the couch and in chairs in the living room, heads bowed, praying. Everyone but Hattie.
Rayford was moved and suddenly wanted to join them. His motive wasn’t pure. He wanted to reconcile with them without having to apologize again. Inserting himself in a spiritual exercise would speak volumes. He could even pray for forgiveness for his outbursts. . . .
As he slipped into the living room, Rayford’s conscience was suddenly crushed. What a fool! How small! To be so blessed of God despite wrenching pain and then to want to use prayer to manipulate. . . . He nearly retreated but now wanted to join them for the right reasons. He didn’t even want to pray aloud. He just wanted to agree with them before God, to be part of this body, this church. He knew he would feel worthy to lead them again only when he realized that he was not worthy aside from the gift of God.
He was the object of the prayer meeting. First one, then another, mentioned his name. They prayed for his strength, for peace, for comfort in his grief. They prayed for supernatural contentment when that was humanly impossible.
He could have been offended, to be, in essence, gossiped about in prayer. But he was ashamed. He had been worse than he had feared. Rayford knelt silently. Eventually the emotion and fervency of the prayers so humiliated and humbled him that he was powerless to hide anymore. He pitched forward onto his elbows and wept aloud. He was just sorry, so sorry, and grateful they believed him worth the effort to restore.
Chloe was the first to rush to Rayford, but rather than lift him, she merely knelt with him and embraced
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