TSWW’s The Night Watch 11: It’s Terminal?

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The Night Watch

11

It’s Terminal?

(An Ongoing Saga by Steven R. Harrel)

(Taken from concepts found in “This Side of the Whirlwind”)

TS, Carl, Brian and Mike were perched near the top of the Breakdown-Room for nearly half an hour cracking jokes and making light of the perilous sloop they’d just ascended.

Brian groaned as he stood, “Hey guys, let’s get going.”

Everyone was excited to press on in their netherworld adventures.

As they climbed away from the Breakdown Room they stepped through a smooth oval portal which opened into a large columned chamber.  In numerous places stalagmites and stalactites filled the room from ceiling to floor with dozens of smaller columns standing like Sentinels in the darkness of this underworld kingdom.

“Hey man, there are a lot of stalactites dangling from that ceiling above.” Brian pointed to a singular spiraling stalactite which he said looked like the end of an old scroll.

Carl responded, “Yeah, and that cadre of stalagmites there, indicating a crowded group which followed the contour of the room, looks like a platoon of Sentinels standing guard over that passageway.”

TSWW’s Night Watch 10: Malumshore

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The Night Watch

10

                                        Malumshore

(An Ongoing Saga by Steven R. Harrel)

(Taken from concepts found in “This Side of the Whirlwind”)

In the darkness Julia twisted violently towards Jax slamming her face against his shoulder before brutally scratching at his head, back and shoulders.

Because tonight was the third night Julia had lashed out in her sleep, Jax was Johnny-on-the-spot ducking and covering to protect himself.  Jax was also concerned Julia’s assaults might result in her injuring herself.  It’d been more than three weeks since Julia began experiencing dark and mysterious dreams; violent forceful dreams her Psychologist termed, “Night-Terrors”.

Eternal Hope? :This Side of the Whirlwind

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Eternal Hope

Decades passed entrenched in great, deep abiding hope

Time Is A Wasted: Poem

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Time Is A Wasted

Oh folly of man, oh arrogance of my kindred, whilst thou would not humblest thyself in the knowledge of thy God and recognize His greatness amidst the bottomless quality of thy immeasurable comparative insignificance, others accomplish His will whilst thy bosom remains empty.

Written by Steven R. Harrel   11/29/2010

Christmas Post! Here’s a Snicker

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Prophecy Fulfilled

There are none so blind as those who “refuse” to see!

 

Consider the nation of Israel the Christmas Season:

• Israel is so tiny it could fit more than 12 times into the state of Arizona (Arizona is found in the western United States). I believe it would fit 13.4 times land-mass to land-mass.
• This tiny dot on the earth somehow draws vast attention globally; more than nearly any other comparable state.
• Israel is the ONLY people/nation/culture –in the history of the world- to be exiled for more than 1800 years and then to return to the land of their forefathers as the same People/Faith/Nation as that previously occupying those lands.

This Side of the Whirlwind: Flowers’ Heir

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Flowers’ Heir

Remember, our needs are met in Christ Jesus even as the Flowers of the field.

It’s just that sometimes we don’t feel or understand where God is going with our lives.

For your edification and enjoyment…

Flowers’ Heir

In great beauty you are spun from soil and air,

Light from distant sun and seed of formers fair;

Then with great beauty once again you are spun,

Until in your juniors your face smiles towards distant sun.

 

Ephemeral Senectitude: Poems

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From The Heart, Poems, Steven R. Harrel for This Side of the Whirlwind

Ephemeral Senectitude

 

      Days of pastel blues and lusterless reds could fill the inevasible blind pages to come.  I see the splendor of my own antecedence, or rather the privation thereof.  Once bound in a twirl of youthful folly now I marvel, can they not see?

I think they too, as I once, choose drunkenly, willfully to be ensnared by the false comfort of never‑ending youth; the pervasive: “There will be time”.

Though I have traveled many roads and stumbled on paths bleak,

This Side of the Whirlwind: Just Let it Rise

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Just Let it Rise!

Let the beauty of your walk with God rise within you.

• Fill your heart with worship for His glorious name.

Let your spirit rejoice for His Spirit resides within you.

• Communion, Spirit and Soul,
• Singing “Meet me oh Lord; draw me near to YOU!”

Let your mouth shout His praises – for His glories fill all worlds.

• Then bow both heart and knees to His divine purpose in you.

Let your fears be surrendered – walking in faith – knowing – He will take action as He sees fit!

• Then take your peace for it comes when we truly trust the Lord.

Let your words and actions bespeak your walk in Him.

• Then truly bend your life to seeking Him in all His ways:
• Seek HIM in the morning
• Seek HIM for a move of His hand in your every day
• Rejoice in Jesus for He is THE Savior.
• Seek HIM for HE is good!

Let the beauty of your relationship with our Creator rise within you!

                                  Just Let It Rise!

By: Steven R. Harrel                                                               Finished 10/21/2019

The Cheesy Religion Epilogue

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The Cheesy Religion

Epilogue

(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)

Shana raised her voice to get over Daniel’s loud demands, “Mommy, what’s that cooking on the stove?  I want some too!  I want some, mommy.”

Nancy and Tom looked over and saw a very large pot steadily bubbling on their kitchen stove.

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The Musicians and Choir were just finishing their last stanza of Steven R. Harrel’s, “You Lift My Soul”.

Today was Johnathan and Annika Cole’s first service at Shire Community Church on the outskirts of Williams Arizona.

Dr. Freddy Anderson was standing near the church’s lunchroom chatting with Pastors Tom and Nancy Redic.

The Cheesy Religion Part 8

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The Cheesy Religion

Part 8

(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)

When he awoke, Tom wasn’t sure where he was or how long he’d been unconscious.  All he knew was that he was waking up to the blinding light of sunlight directly in his eyes.

 

Reflexively he reached up and pulled down the car’s sun-visor.  Thoroughly disoriented, Tom found himself sitting in the front seat of his car in the driveway of his Williams Arizona home.  He had no idea of what happened since the moment he’d passed-out or how he could have traveled nearly two-thousand miles while utterly unconscious.  “How can I be home” he muttered to himself?

For just a moment Tom wondered if he’d dreamt the whole thing.  “What a crazy idea.” he thought. “Maybe, just maybe I fell asleep in the car before starting the trip or somehow dreamt every one of those crazy, impossible events?  What other explanation could there be?” he wondered.

“Whatever really happened,” he wondered, “could he trust what his memories were now telling him?  Maybe it was all some strange influence from that watch?”