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“So it begins.” A giant figure with shining features straightened from his vantage point, his expression somber. “Sinful man has put into motion what we are directed not to stop. Only the obedience of the Redeemed will determine the outcome.”
Loriel turned and addressed the group before him. “For now, our orders are clear: protect the young woman and stir the Body of Christ. We must keep an eye on the machinations of those who have given themselves to the darkness, and stir up those who can cast a great light. If only they will.”
Loriel cast his gaze over the ranks of the heavenly host. In earthly time, ten years had seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. The preparations were over, and the time had come for a battle that carried vast consequences. He began making his assignments, taking comfort in the certain knowledge that his Master was in control.
As he often had since being given this command, he could feel the Lord’s deep love for His wayward children, His longing for fellowship with them … and His boundless pain at their preoccupation with so many things other than Him.
S IX
H oney! Where are my shirts?”
Doug Turner stood in his walk-in closet, frantically flicking through his hangers. He brushed past the half-full garment bag that hung nearby and leaned out the closet door.
“Honey!”
“I can’t hear you!” A distant voice sounded from the kitchen. “Hold on, I’m coming.”
He ducked back into the closet, jamming his work shoes into the slots in the garment bag. He had his suits, his ties, his toiletries, but—
His wife appeared in the doorway, a dish towel in one hand and frustration on her face. “You know I can’t hear you all the way in the kitchen. What did you say?”
“Where are my work shirts?”
Sherry’s face went from annoyed to ashen. “Oh my gosh, I forgot to pick up your dry cleaning!”
He brushed past her and grabbed his tennis shoes. He quickly sat on the bed and pulled them on. “I’m going to miss the plane.”
“No, hold on. You keep packing and I’ll run and get them. It’ll only take ten minutes, tops. I’m so sorry; the kids were crazy after church yesterday and I just—”
“Sherry, I keep telling you that I can pick up my own dry cleaning. You know that.”
Sherry dropped the dish towel and grabbed a jacket from her closet. “I know, but I
want
to help you out.”
“But it doesn’t help me if you keep—”
“Keep forgetting. I know, I know.” Sherry trotted down the hallway after him. She grabbed the keys before he did. “Seriously, let me make up for this. I can just run in and out. It’ll only take ten minutes and—”
“Fine, just
go!
” Doug made an exasperated motion with his hands. “The more you explain, the later it’ll get!”
He caught a glimpse of the hurt look on her face before she raced out the door. His conscience niggled as he headed back toward the bedroom. But if she kept forgetting these things he might as well just do them himself. And he was alreadyworking too hard as it was. He hadn’t even been able to go to church yesterday because of that Tokyo deal, and that was the second time this month. Unacceptable.
He grabbed the garment bag from the closet and threw it on the bed. Everything else was packed. There wasn’t much he could do but wait.
He headed for the kitchen. He had skipped lunch to come home and pack his things, at Sherry’s insistence. He knew she wanted to spend time with him before he left, and he wanted to accommodate her, but next time she offered to drive him to the airport, he was going to have to say no. It was just too stressful. He’d leave straight from the office instead. And he’d get his dry cleaning himself from now on.
The refrigerator was cluttered with diet sodas. Doug pushed them aside, looking
above
ground industry that we’ve seen in years: the domestic security industry.”
“So it begins.” A giant figure with shining features straightened from his vantage point, his expression somber. “Sinful man has put into motion what we are directed not to stop. Only the obedience of the Redeemed will determine the outcome.”
Loriel turned and addressed the group before him. “For now, our orders are clear: protect the young woman and stir the Body of Christ. We must keep an eye on the machinations of those who have given themselves to the darkness, and stir up those who can cast a great light. If only they will.”
Loriel cast his gaze over the ranks of the heavenly host. In earthly time, ten years had seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. The preparations were over, and the time had come for a battle that carried vast consequences. He began making his assignments, taking comfort in the certain knowledge that his Master was in control.
As he often had since being given this command, he could feel the Lord’s deep love for His wayward children, His longing for fellowship with them … and His boundless pain at their preoccupation with so many things other than Him.
S IX
H oney! Where are my shirts?”
Doug Turner stood in his walk-in closet, frantically flicking through his hangers. He brushed past the half-full garment bag that hung nearby and leaned out the closet door.
“Honey!”
“I can’t hear you!” A distant voice sounded from the kitchen. “Hold on, I’m coming.”
He ducked back into the closet, jamming his work shoes into the slots in the garment bag. He had his suits, his ties, his toiletries, but—
His wife appeared in the doorway, a dish towel in one hand and frustration on her face. “You know I can’t hear you all the way in the kitchen. What did you say?”
“Where are my work shirts?”
Sherry’s face went from annoyed to ashen. “Oh my gosh, I forgot to pick up your dry cleaning!”
He brushed past her and grabbed his tennis shoes. He quickly sat on the bed and pulled them on. “I’m going to miss the plane.”
“No, hold on. You keep packing and I’ll run and get them. It’ll only take ten minutes, tops. I’m so sorry; the kids were crazy after church yesterday and I just—”
“Sherry, I keep telling you that I can pick up my own dry cleaning. You know that.”
Sherry dropped the dish towel and grabbed a jacket from her closet. “I know, but I
want
to help you out.”
“But it doesn’t help me if you keep—”
“Keep forgetting. I know, I know.” Sherry trotted down the hallway after him. She grabbed the keys before he did. “Seriously, let me make up for this. I can just run in and out. It’ll only take ten minutes and—”
“Fine, just
go!
” Doug made an exasperated motion with his hands. “The more you explain, the later it’ll get!”
He caught a glimpse of the hurt look on her face before she raced out the door. His conscience niggled as he headed back toward the bedroom. But if she kept forgetting these things he might as well just do them himself. And he was alreadyworking too hard as it was. He hadn’t even been able to go to church yesterday because of that Tokyo deal, and that was the second time this month. Unacceptable.
He grabbed the garment bag from the closet and threw it on the bed. Everything else was packed. There wasn’t much he could do but wait.
He headed for the kitchen. He had skipped lunch to come home and pack his things, at Sherry’s insistence. He knew she wanted to spend time with him before he left, and he wanted to accommodate her, but next time she offered to drive him to the airport, he was going to have to say no. It was just too stressful. He’d leave straight from the office instead. And he’d get his dry cleaning himself from now on.
The refrigerator was cluttered with diet sodas. Doug pushed them aside, looking
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