Michael didn’t even hear John ride up as he chopped wood like a crazy man. John asked him why he didn’t swallow his pride and just go get her. Michael assured him it wasn’t pride.
“Good sense.” he told John. John said “well then it was like Paul had said? “
John explained Miriam blames herself for Amanda leaving but Michael assured him it was that. She even tried to get Paul to after her and bring her back.
“Paul never liked Angel” What Michael, she Angel again to you? Shame on you.
Mara, Amanda, Tirzah…Jesus, Jesus, Angel. She had never trusted him enough to even tell him her real name. Had he been thinking of her as Angel all along. Was that why she left him again?
“Oh, God, was that why you wanted me to let her go? ” Why this way, why did you tell me to love her if you were only going to take he away from me?”
He raged at God and grieved for his wife. He stopped reading his Bible. He stopped praying. He turned inside himself seeking answers. He found non. He dreaded dark, confusing dreams with forces that were closing in on him.
The still, quiet voice didn’t speak to him anymore, not for weeks and months. God was silent and hidden, his purpose a mystery. Life became such a barren wasteland that Michael could bear it anymore, he cried out.
“Why have you forsake me?”
“Beloved, I am always with you, even to the end of time.” the answer came slowly, with the changing of the seasons.
You shall have no other gods before me.
When have I worshiped any other god but you?” In the calm that followed his angry torrent of words, Michael heard and finally understood.
YOU became hers.
Can you ever remember a time you worshiped someone. Worshiped the ground they walked on? Oh, I am sorry to say I have several times. Like Michael I see it now. Praise God, my eyes and mind and heart have now under stood how wrong that is.
Yet I wonder what else I might worship that is getting in my way of loving God completely? How about you, friend?
San Francisco and every thing Angel had worked for over the past 6 months was burning. There had been so little warning. depression settled over Angel like a cold, wet blanket. Now what was she going to do?
“Hello, Angel. Its been a long, long time.”
Duke stood before her, his mouth curved in a deadly smile.
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