HE IS RISEN

 by Glenda Reynolds

Women carrying spices

Bowed low before the angels

The Lord was not there.

Why look in a tomb

For the living among dead?

He’s come back to life!

Messiah would be

Betrayed, crucified, and then

The third day risen.

Peter ran there too

Seeing folded linen wraps

Only wonderings.

Journey to Emmaus

Two talk about Jesus’ death

Suddenly He’s there.

Then unrecognized

He quoted prophets’ writings

Telling of Himself.

Joining for dinner

Jesus blessed and broke the bread

Then He disappeared.

Their hearts strangely warm

Hearing scriptures on the road

Ran to tell others.

Disciples waiting

The Lord suddenly appeared

See His hands and feet.

The writings of Psalms

And Prophets must all come true

Then they understood.

Written that Messiah

Suffer, die, then rise third day

Salvation to nations.

Hands high, He blessed them

Rising into the sky and

Onward to heaven.

All filled with mighty joy

Worshipped and served the great God

Continued praising.

31 Days of October - Vol. 1

 This is the anthology that started it all. These are short stories submitted by various writers from Writers 750 group at Goodreads.  

https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/177782-writers-750

I had the priveledge of being one of those writers as well as doing the book cover, making the video, and helping to edit volume one as well as volumes two and three. My short stories are "Curse of The Incan Mummies," "Family Halloween Traditions," and "Two Men And a Van."

https://www.amazon.com/31-Days-October-Collection-Halloween-ebook/dp/B01LZO325X/

Book Trailer ~

The Jacob in Me

 

 

 

 

The Jacob in Me

By Glenda Reynolds

Eternity. Whoever thought it would come so soon. I’ve always been a “rascal”, a modern-day Jacob, a trickster, an entertainer, and an occasional thief. When I was elementary school age, my family had already made up their minds that when I grew up, I’d be destined for jail. I admit it. I was a little devil.  That’s what happens when you grow up without a father, and your mother is holding down two jobs to provide for her family. That gave me an opportunity to befriend a mischievous boy who talked me into hauling large bags of toilet paper for TP-ing people’s properties. A policeman stopped and asked us what we were doing with all that toilet paper. My friend answered disrespectfully, and the cop hauled us in his police car. You can imagine what I put my mother through.

After graduating from high school, I joined the Navy. Discipline didn’t sit too well with me. I corresponded with my sister. She sent me one small cookie with a letter, probably payback from when I let the air out of her bicycle tires when we were kids. But I recognize a good joke when I see one. My Navy career didn’t go so well. I went AWAL twice and struck a commanding officer. The Jacob in me always came out. I was finally discharged.

I soon found my niche as a salesman. You know the reputation of car salesmen, right? That’s what I was. They called me “Samurai Sam” back in the day. I left the auto sales industry and gravitated to home entertainment sales. Home entertainment was and still is a lucrative industry. But the Jacob came out in me. I was caught stealing merchandise from my employer. My family’s vision of my future came to pass. However, they didn’t post flyers saying, “Have you seen this person?” They didn’t even know I was in jail until one of my friends made phone calls to raise money for my bail. My bail was posted and I was released.

I found employment in the same industry as a salesman. But the weekends were meant for partying which I was very good at. I was the life of the party. Give me Budweiser or Jim Beam whiskey, it doesn’t matter. After one of these parties, I was driving home on Highway 75 in Fort Myers. I’m sure I angered a motorist or two. My driving was horrendous. My truck collided with another vehicle causing me to be thrown from it.  While I lay there in the road covered in dirt and grit, an angel appeared next to me and looked down at me. Other humans who had parked on the side to come to my aid were oblivious to his presence. That’s because I was in between worlds.

“You are lucky, son. I’m glad I found you,” the angel said.

“I never told you to look for me,” I spat out. “What makes you think I’m so lucky? Does this look lucky to you?”

“You aren’t ready for heaven yet. God is giving you a second chance.”

I tried fighting against the message by pushing myself off the ground. This was actually my spirit doing the moving; my body lay still on the asphalt. The angel came closer and pushed me forcefully on my chest.

My eyes opened with a jolt caused by the electricity from the defibrillator used by the paramedic to get my heart to beat again. Yes, I was given a second chance. I almost blew it though, Jacob style.

I lived my life the way I wanted. I bragged about my financial success. I bought a boat and took my dog with me while I fished or mingled with other boaters on weekend getaways with lots of sand and surf. I was addicted to cigarettes and booze. The party was not complete until I was there to entertain which I did so well.

One day I checked myself in with a doctor after discovering blood on my pillow and on my face. It turns out I had throat cancer. The weeks that followed were filled with radiation treatments followed by chemotherapy. I lost significant weight. The pain was too great to continue as a salesman or to even speak to relatives on the phone. But in God’s mercy, people reached out to me, sending me devotional books and praying for me on the phone. I decided that I would no longer be a Jacob. I put my life in God’s hands.

But I died.

Months later, to my sister’s surprise, she found an old birthday card that I had sent her years ago. Of course, she had forgotten about it. She also found a Christmas card that I had sent during my time in the Navy. I had written in it how I regretted that we couldn’t watch each other grow into young men and women, that it hurt my heart. No, we can’t go back in time. We can only make choices for the future. But we will see each other one day in the greatest reunion that will ever be, in the presence of the Lord God almighty.

 

Monster Spa

 

The earth had made another trip around the sun leaving us once again in the month of October. Amid the chaos of the world, food shortages, and masses of laid-off workers, there are ways to tune it all out.  I can always count on some “me time” at my favorite spa. To my delight, there was a full moon this evening. Perfect!  I arrived at the spa in which the sign on the establishment read

 

Monster Spa

We Take The Trick Out of Treat!

 

I parked in my usual spot out front in my black, shiny T-Bird with leopard upholstery and white walled tires, just like Elvira’s. The bell jingled as I opened the door to the establishment. The gang was all here.  Alice was on the massage table getting a work over by a masseuse named Teddy that looked like Lurch from the Addams Family.  Alice is a goblin with dark facial features. Teddy’s skillful hands were making her giggle with delight. He finished off with a toilet plunger on her back, and she loved this even more.

I checked in at the desk.

“You want the usual, Ms. Wulf?”

“Of course, yes please.”

“Right this way.”

I was pampered by a staff person named June who was born in the month of October. Go figure! She applied a mixture of Indian kama oil and sea salt to exfoliate my skin. June noticed excess hair being exfoliated. She had a worried look on her face.

“Don’t worry. I grow a new batch every full moon.” She was okay with that. 

I looked over and saw Meritamon, an Egyptian mummy friend being unwrapped. She had just had a full body makeover. She had special magical herbs applied from head to toe that regenerated her dried up mummified skin. It was necessary for the regiment to be wrapped completely to work. Now for the big reveal. The staff person handed her a mirror to see the results. Meritamon was so happy with the results that one of her eyes popped out. She promptly poked it back in and thanked the staff person.

Three witches named Allison, Tasha, and Jessica were already in the hot whirlpool known as the Creepy Caldron. They were gossiping no doubt.  Maybe they were discussing the latest, greatest spells.

After I was done with me body treatment, I sat reclined with green Rotten Egg treatment on my face and cucumber slices on my closed eyes. Spooky, gothic musicals played in the background.

Kora the Greek vampire was one of the staff people. She made her rounds to the patrons to give each person a hot cup of herbal tea. When she got to me, I was none too happy.

“Really? Wolfsbane? I could smell it from across the room! Get that away from me!” My claws immediately grew three inches. I made a swipe to claw the tray of herbal tea out of her hands. The tray clattered on the tile floor. Immediately Kora was on all fours on the ceiling above me. She bore her fangs at me and hissed. I knew that Kora didn’t like me, but this was taking it too far. In my rage, I fully wolfed out in response to her attempt at giving me wolfsbane. My primal growl startled both guests and staff. I stood there with my feet apart, fangs extended, and fur from head to toe.

“Come now ladies. Let’s not make a scene,” said Mr. Drexel , the ghoul and owner.

“Too late for that, I’m afraid,” I said with disgust in my rough voice.

“I apologize, Ms. Wulf. Your spa treatment is on the house today.”

“Thank you, Mr. Drexel. I appreciate it.” After I calmed down a bit, my claws retracted and my wolf hair vanished.  I returned to my humanoid self looking like a regular brunette lady. The Thompson zombie twins Hugo and Hermie had just had a shave and garg-oil treatments. They were both shirtless and wearing only towels around their hips.

“Ms. Wulf, sorry you had to experience that. Let’s have a good time over at the Creepy Caldron,” offered Hugo.

“Do, let’s relax and join the others,” suggested Hermie as he offered me a glass of wine.

“The exfoliating herbs and oils are doing wonders for you both. Less dead skin,” I offered. I slipped my hands around each of their arms as the three of us joined the others at the whirlpool. The Thompson twins dropped their towels. To everyone’s horror and delight, the twins were missing flesh due to their zombified condition. But still - we all had a spooktacular time.

 

 

Redemption of a Thief - An Easter Short Story

 

By Glenda Reynolds

     My life growing up wasn’t so bad, although having no mother did make life harder for a young boy. My father Uriah raised cattle. It was profitable selling cattle for temple sacrifice. Only the wealthy and the priests could afford it. It also paid well for celebrations where people feasted. Both gentiles and Jews knew that the house of Uriah sold the best cattle.
     Helping my father as a cattleman helped toughen me up physically. Inwardly I was a stubborn, wayward boy. I was rebellious and spoiled. He tried to impart his knowledge of the scriptures. I tolerated his reading of the scriptures before I went to sleep. He read Isaiah 40:1-5 more times than I care to remember. Maybe it was the times we were living in that gave him hope. 
     “Can’t you find a different scripture to read tonight, father? You’ve read that one so many times.”
     “Ah, Tobias, please indulge me for a moment.” He cleared his throat and read, “Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, says your God. Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and preach unto her, that her warfare is ended, that her iniquity is pardoned; for she hath received of the Lord's hand double in payment for all her sins. Listen! I hear the voice of someone shouting, ‘Make a road for Adonai through the wilderness; make him a straight, smooth road through the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be raised, and every mountain and hill be made low; and let the rough ground become a plain, and the rugged places a broad valley. The glory of Hashem will be seen by all mankind together; for the mouth of God hath spoken.’”
     I closed my eyes and shook my head.
     “Very well. I will read another. I won’t have it said that I am long-suffering to my son’s ears.” I smiled at him and he ruffled my hair. Father picked up another parchment and read from Malachi 3:1,     “‘Listen: I will send my messenger before me to prepare the way. And then the Lord you are looking for will come suddenly to his Temple—the Messenger of God’s promises, to bring you great joy. Yes, he is surely coming,” says God Almighty.’”
     He stopped and tears welled up in his eyes. Father raised his hands to heaven, giving thanks for Hashem’s many blessings; he thanked God for His promises. He placed one hand on my head to pray over his wayward boy. I would’ve knocked his hand away, but I respected my father and loved him.

     Why did God take my mother?
     A few days passed when a Roman soldiers came to our house. They dismounted and pounded on our front door. When no one answered the door, they proceeded through the gate where we were tending to our cattle. The leader of the guards read a decree from Rome.
     “All Jewish cattleman will hereby give portions of their herds to the Roman garrison in your area, for it is decreed by divine Caesar,” the soldier declared with a pompous look on his face.
     “You cannot do this! It is my livelihood! You cannot steal from me.”
     “We can and we will!”
     Father tried to resist. Other Roman guards held him as the leader punched my father’s face. I rushed in to stop them. One of them slapped my face with the back of his hand. I fell to the ground. My father pulled a sword out of a soldier’s sheath. Another instinctively pulled his sword and drove it into my father’s stomach. He sank to the ground not far from me. The soldiers gathered the herd and vacated our land. I pulled my father’s body out of the way to prevent him from getting trampled. That’s when it all began.
     After my father’s death, I chose the life of a thief. As I grew to be a man, my skills had gotten better. I prided myself in that I never killed a victim - all except for one man.
I was with some of my friends who were also thieves. We were stealing from people just outside of Nain. They had next to nothing as far as authorities there. It was easy pickings - that was if we were fortunate enough to come across people who actually carried money bags. The filthy Romans taxed our people so much that purses were very light.
     There happened to be one young man with his widowed mother. The three of us surrounded them. The young man was obstinate, not giving up his money without a fight. He pulled out a dagger and thrust it at me. I hit him in the head with a large rock. He went out cold. His mother’s screams could be heard for a mile. We stripped them of their valuables and went on our way. I thought I heard the last of it.
     Yeshua Hamashiach or Rabbi as some called him, entered into Nain with his disciples and a great crowd. As He entered through the city gate, the same widow was now going to bury the son that I murdered. I stood in the shadows as I regrettably watched my handiwork. Yeshua came up and touched the coffin, and the bearers stood still.
     Yeshua said, “Young man, I say to you, arise.”
     At once the young man sat up and began speaking. My mouth dropped open.
     How could this be? He was certainly dead by my hand.
     I was filled with awe and relief. But I still doubted.
     Others around me said, “A great Prophet has arisen among us!” while others said, “Hashem has visited our people!”
     One thing is for sure, I never forgot what happened that day.
I carried on with my life of crime. I decided to travel to Jerusalem for Passover. I knew many people would be traveling there, some that could be easily robbed. My pride would be my downfall.
I chose to steal from a wealthy man who traveled with a small caravan. I singled him out and demanded his money as the tip of my blade poked his chin. He reached for his money belt just as his comrades attacked me from behind. They roughed me up a bit and tied my hands. I was tied to a cart and forced to follow the caravan until I was given over to the Roman authorities. They placed me in prison.
A few days went by when the mob outside of my prison grew loud with shouts of, “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!” Soon I was aware what my own fate would be. I was forced to march down the road out of the city walls and on to Golgotha (the Skull) where Roman soldiers nailed me to a cross. I could see the faces of some of my victims stare at me, raise their fists, and declare that G-d was serving justice. Then I saw Yeshua bearing his own cross on his bloodied back which was stripped of skin; He also bore a crown of thorns. This made me hate the Romans even more to see them treat a holy man like this. They continued to mock Him even after He was nailed to His cross.
     The criminal on the other side of Yeshua said, “Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and us!”
     I replied, “Don’t you even fear God while you are dying? We are getting the rewards of our deeds. This Man has done nothing wrong.” I addressed Yeshua saying, “Yeshua, remember me when You come into Your kingdom.”
     He answered me, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with Me in paradise.”
     It was at that very moment that I felt peace beyond understanding. A love came down from heaven and bathed my filthy heart in its warm embrace. It was then that I truly understood the scripture that my father cherished for so long. My iniquity was pardoned for Hashem was paying double for my sins. I will abide in the house of God forever.

Winning Story for March: War of the Angels

War of the Angels

By Glenda Reynolds 

“Why does God make people suffer?” Jimmy asked his father as he stood beside him at his grandfather’s grave, his little hand holding the much larger hand.

“That’s a big question, son. We’ve lived in a fallen world ever since Adam and Eve made their choices in the Garden of Eden. It isn’t a perfect world anymore.”

“But Grandpa only did good things for other people. He didn’t deserve to die like that.” Jimmy started to sob uncontrollably. Thomas rubbed his son’s back to comfort him. Thomas’s wife came from his other side to lift her son and carry him a short distance away where she consoled him. The intense sorrow hung like a thick cloud over the little country church graveyard. The breath of spring with the beautiful songs of the birds could not bring cheer to the grieving family and friends.

 “I love you, Dad. We’ll see you again someday.” Thomas said before joining his wife and son. Many more elderly would die in much the same way around the world.

*****

Meanwhile in another city, halfway across the county, a woman with a compromised immune system lay dying on a hospital bed. She had experienced complications after surgery as she tried to fight off an infection that wouldn’t leave her body. Now the COVID-19 virus was taking its toll on her already weakened condition. After having pneumonia, her organs were shutting down. Her two little girls sat nearby in chairs as they watched Sponge Bob on the hospital’s TV, unaware of the serious condition their mother was in. Her husband moved to stand in a corner behind a curtain to shake his fist at God. He removed the liquor bottle from his coat pocket and took a swig.

A nurse opened the door to check on the patient. She glimpsed the man putting the bottle back in his pocket.

“We’ll have none of that in here!” she chided him.

He cursed and left the room. He didn’t make it very far until grief overcame him. He finally slid to the floor against a wall and allowed some prayers to escape his lips mixed with tears.

*****

The world was slowing down at a quick pace. Many people came together to come up with regulations to stop the contagion. Finally more people cried out to God to help the world in its great time of need. The people of the world prayed day and night, on their knees, with legs folded and incense burning, driving to their place of employment, or just randomly throughout their waking hours. As prayers ascended to the throne of heaven, the Almighty God commanded his angels to provide healing and protection to the people of Earth.

“It must be time for the King of kings to return to Earth!” some angels said.

“No one knows the day or hour. Not even the angels in heaven or the Son himself. Only God the Father knows,” came the answer. (Matt. 24:36)

The heavenly angels made their way to the people of Earth to heal the nations. Instead, they clashed with the principalities, the fallen angels or Princes of the air who follow Lucifer. The war in the heavens raged for days. Days stretched to weeks. To the humans, it was like watching lightning in the clouds without the rain. The power of the principalities slipped through and found its way to the earth in the form of hail storms during perfectly good spring weather. The heavenly beings sent winds to dispel the damaging hail. Finally the angel Michael came to the fight on the Lord’s side which gained them the victory. God’s messengers finally arrived at different locations of Earth. Some stayed in their supernatural state as they gave healing to the very sick while some took human form to help provide the cure in laboratories.

Soon the world recovered from the COVID-19 virus. Economies started to bounce back from the forced shut down of businesses and public places. The world had a common reason to come together and to reach out to God in their time of need.

 ³ For he [God] rescues you from every trap and protects you from the fatal plague… ⁹For Jehovah is my refuge! I choose the God above all gods to shelter me. ¹⁰ How then can evil overtake me or any plague come near? ¹¹ For he orders his angels to protect you wherever you go. (Psalm 91:3, 9-11)

Left To Die - a Botched Abortion

By Unknown Author

There were no balloons announcing It's a boy. No sounds of laughter, no tears of joy.
No little onesies marked zero to three. No warm blankets soft and fluffy.
It was a little past five when a little boy was born alive.

A botched abortion, an unwanted life.
Before the doctor could do what he needed to do the little guy had pushed his way through.
About the same time his mother came to with me still holding the baby, the doctor nudged me.

From the room down the hall far from there with me muzzling his cries so she would not hear.
The doctor grabbed a plastic tub and said, "Put him in here."
So I put him inside still covered in blood,
then I listened to the doctor tell her all went as planned.

I confirmed it with a smile and a pat on her hand.
It was after seven when she left to go home leaving the baby she would never know.
With medical attention, the baby would thrive...but protected by new law we just left him to die.

With the lid on the bin, we could still hear his cries
as we closed the door and turned off the lights.
We went home like we always did but if I could go back I would choose him instead.

The memories of him now burn in my head
like the next day when I found him lying there dead.
Like the fear on his face as he struggled to breathe;
how we looked the other way and showed him no mercy.

I'm not talking about a woman's choice.
I'm talking about a little infant who didn't have a voice.
I'm not talking about a woman's right but a tiny human beings life.

I am talking about an infant, not quite a day old with big round eyes and his mother's nose.
With ten little fingers and ten perfect toes.
With a head full of hair that curled around his ears and chubby little cheeks wet with tears.

He was never given a name he was never measured or weighed.
He died sometime in the night scared and alone and too weak to fight.
Because unwanted babies have no rights.

This happens more often then they want you to know
and former employees will tell you it's so.
If this doesn't bother you and you think it's okay,
then keep doing what you've been doing and look the other way.

But if you think life should come before choice
then stand up and fight. Lift up your voice!
Innocent blood has now covered this land leaving us all with red-stained hands.

The Lord wills that it will end.
Even now mountains are moving at His command.
We have the choice to choose where to stand.
I choose to be under the protection rather than the wrath of His hand.



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This is a You Tube link of the Van Marin radio show where he has guest Jill Stanek who was a registered nurse in Illinois in 1999, when she witnessed babies being born alive and left to die after failed abortions. She blew the whistle on this barbaric practice.

The shocking truth: Aborted babies are born alive,

 and left to die