The Sword of Christ II-The Light of God

The Sword of Christ

II

The Light of God

By HM Weimar

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Copyright 2012 HM Weimar

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Psalms 118:5

Poem

Story

Give it to God Box

Other books by HM Weimar

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Dedication

I know I write long dedications but there are so many people that I need to thank for everything they do for me. Without the people who are in my life, whether it's only for a moment or a lifetime, I would not be who I am or who I will be.

First of all I would like to Thank God for choosing me for the path he has taken for my life. He knows what I need better than I do. I give him my heart, mind, body and soul to use for his work.

Second, my children who have been my life and are now grown, I love all of you exactly the way you are; I am so proud of you.

Third, my friends who have supported me:

My Editor and friend, Joanna Felt.

My sister and rock, Karen White.

Mavrick McClure for being an incredible friend, putting up with me bouncing around, moving here and there, storing my things, coming in and out of his house, putting up with my children and so much more; there are not enough words for me to express my gratitude.

Jason Hough for inviting me to Ohio, being one of my best friends, for trying to understand me and for allowing me to feel every emotion and torturing him with the moodiness of my soul renewal. You are wiser, smarter and have a stronger soul than you realize.

Mary (Becky) Roof, Virginia Baker, Amy Burnside and Dave Taylor, for opening your homes, your lives and giving me a group of friends, family and amazing people to turn to.

David Doyle, Katie Schrupp, Latawn Kimber and so many more who encourage and support me, emotionally, spiritually and by just being there always.

All of you, along with the other people in my life, are my fellowship.

Thank You

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In my anguish I called to God, and he answered by setting me free. Psalms 118:5

Insight

By HM Weimar and God

Lord, will I ever hear what I need to hear outside of you?

This urging in my head, these words my heart wants to be true.

Is it wishful thinking or will it be?

Or is my heart bargaining with the pain it will see?

Take me to my heaven and show me the light,

let me see honestly, give me insight.

I want to be right and follow your path,

lift up my sword and show doubt your wrath.

I'll wait here in silence and solitude,

for the word to be given and this test to conclude.

My life it is yours, I chose my freewill,

to stay by your side, just sit and be still.

I know it is building, the war in my soul,

I know that you got this, it's under control.

But the fires are lit and my mind it does run,

but I'll sit here in heaven until it is done.

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Prologue

I will not fall again Lord. I will not allow the devil or his pawns to take my sword. I will not forget what you have trusted me with. Laney arose from her knees, picking up her sword as she stood up, and sliding it into the sheath that hung beside her waist. Leaning back down she picked up her trench coat and shoved her arms through, pulling her hood over her head as she began to walk. I will not forget who I am, she said as she turned the corner and saw the dark alleys between the buildings that lay ahead of her.

Walking into the first one she came to, she jumped up and pulled a fire escape ladder down, pulling herself up and climbing it. Reaching the top she walked to the front of the building and looked across the city, watching as the sunset and darkness worked its way farther into the cracks and crevices. Here it comes Lord, she thought to herself.

She heard footsteps walk up behind her but knew who it was, hello Gabriel, she turned to look at him, waiting for his usual smiling glow, but it wasn't there. Even his wings seemed to be solemn and sad folded behind him.

He looked at her solemnly, Laney, there is a darkness that is hidden inside the hearts of man. It is what makes you human, gives you the instinct to do anything you can to survive. Unfortunately, the darkness that is there can spread and consume the whole heart. It can take over and that instinct can be stuck on permanently. Like a thorn stuck in your finger after touching something tempting that bit you, it needs to be removed. It needs to be brought out of the skin and into the light, exposed. Like any wildfire that burns out of control, the infection of the darkness needs to be extinguished. Put out. For if not, the darkness may eat you alive, consume everything you are, your soul.

She shook her head yes and dropped her eyes, It's time isn't it.

Gabriel put his hand on her shoulder for a moment and then in an instant he flew away.

She looked up at the city and took a deep breath, I am ready Lord. Laney turned and made her way back to the fire escape and down the building, turning the corner at the end of the alley and heading down the street.

Laney thought to herself, this city that we live in, with its tall buildings and friendly small town air. The way it seems to suck you in with its warmth. The way it is embraced by all who live here but unknowingly the home of many dark secrets. A place of activity for an unseen world that drifts around us; a magnet that attracts the lost and lonely. A smaller version where things can go unnoticed longer, things are slower. It seems quiet, solemn, but burns with an unimaginable fire that creates around it even smaller versions, places for it to spread and inhabit like wildfires in the forest of people. Still, within it, just enough pure light to torch the few hearts left to extinguish them all; their beats being heard among people and yet unknown, their names never whispered off the lips and never heard by the souls they save from the flames.

Laney glanced into another alley and decided to turn in, climbing another fire escape ladder and reaching the roof. She walked over to the edge of the building and again looked across the city as darkness continued to spread like a blanket as the sun went farther down.

This is where it all started. Where I found out what I was meant to be. All my life I have heard people making comments about how crazy people are when they see things that other people don’t. I've watched how people avoid them as they speak back to these imaginary voices. Every time I heard it I felt even more insane because I’ve seen things all my life, she watched as some of the darkness began to slink and move toward people wandering the sidewalks. She watched as tiny tendrils of black grew and wrapped around the unsuspecting captives.

I saw things no one else saw and it scared the hell out of me. I didn't know when I was young that those small things I saw and heard were just the beginning, she turned and headed back to the ladder and climbed down to the alley. Watching, she left the alley and closed her eyes, waiting to hear where God wanted her to go first.

Distracted, she continued to remember her past, "I had a major tragedy in my life at a very young age and I think most people believed that was why I was quiet. I think they felt it caused me to withdraw. That wasn't why; it's not what caused it. I didn't want people to think I was as crazy. I didn't want them to know what I saw and heard.

As I grew older it happened more often, everywhere I went; when I couldn't see them, I still felt them. At night when I laid my head on my pillow I could hear them marching and I knew they were all coming soon. I felt a whole presence drifting in our world but unseen by most people. I never mentioned it to anyone because I knew what they would think, I was nuts."

She continued along the streets, trying to listen, but what Gabriel had said sent her into her past, into her soul, she wanted to remember how she came to be, who she is, to make sure she was walking right with God, "at 14 years old I played with a Ouija board, let me tell you, that didn’t help. All it did was make things worse. Not only did I think I was going crazy, I thought I was possessed. They started appearing more often, they followed me and whispered to me.

This insanity went on for a couple years until at 16 I found God. It by no means made me perfect but at least I finally understood that what I was hearing and seeing weren't ghosts or imaginary, they were demons. They walk among us constantly, whispering to us, moving us and touching us. I’m not saying that we have no free will and don’t get to make choices, but they urge us. Just like angels would warn us or guard us, but they do the opposite. Instead of saving us from harm, they lead us into it. They bring the negativity into our lives that the angels are trying to help us avoid.

Just because I knew what they were and understood what they were doing, didn't make my life any easier, it only made it easier to listen. The closer I tried to get to God the louder the voices became, the harder they pulled at me. I still talked to God every day, but it was hard to know which words came from him and which ones I shouldn’t be listening to."

Laney tried to focus. She knew God would want her to battle something tonight but her inner voice kept sorting through her past, One day I realized that the surge had gotten louder, stronger, after I had messed with that Ouija board. I had seen and heard things before but it wasn't as loud, or as frequent. There didn’t seem to be as many demons before that and most of the time what I had heard were warnings that they were coming, they were near or something was going to happen. Then they would appear, or I would feel them. I realized that when I had played with it and talked to the spirits that lived within it, I had invited these demons into my life. Gave them a reason to talk to me, see me and know who I was. I needed to ask God to forgive me.

Laney stopped; reaching inside against her waist she grabbed the top of the sword. It was warm, she prayed, I took your side when you gave me this sword, and I still take your side God, I will fight any demon that stands in my way and yours. I demand that the devil release his hold on these souls for believing his demons and following his path instead of yours. I realize what my purpose is. Why I see everything that I see and hear, I am your warrior.

She let go of the sword and continued on across streets, sidewalks and alley openings, "there are still times I think I am crazy or even going insane. But God needs me and so do the people that the demons try to take a hold of. So, here in our reality, I pull out my sword and prepare to battle for the souls of Gods children, for all of us. God leads me and I follow. I know that no one may ever know the actually sacrifices I've made to help them achieve true happiness in their lives. No one will look back and see that I gave my own life for theirs. I have vowed to fight until I die. I have vowed to live like I do so that we can all be saved.

Sometimes I feel like I am standing still while the whole world spins around me. Me, alone holding it all in, making sure that all the pieces stay together and don't fly helplessly out into space.

I've been told before that I am weak, small, tiny; they don't realize the amount strength it takes to live my life. They can't see the cracks and creases, actual holes in my heart, from enduring the constant pressure of my sacrifice. I walk with many but inside I