I hope you have been enjoying The Good Shepherd series. I am heading off to The Netherlands and I didn’t want to leave you hanging. So I am posting the next episode for your reading pleasure today. Right now I am probably finishing up packing for my flight over the Atlantic. The next episode of Jerome’s story will be posted on Friday April 26th. Have a great week.
If you have missed any of Jerome’s previous adventures you can find them all right here:
The Good Shepherd Pt. 8
I pressed my hands hard against the cold metal table in the interrogation room. Willing the heat of my fury into the shiny steel, I kept my eyes fixed firmly on the inverted heart- shaped space between my joined thumbs and forefingers.
Tyson had been sitting across from me for almost twenty minutes silent as the grave he had put my mother and Anna in. I wanted to ask about Silhouette but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of watching me outwardly squirm. Inside I was pleading with the Lord to deliver me from the hands of this wicked man. I was struggling almost as much with my own attitude as I was with Winchendon’s crooked police chief. A gaggle of demons determined to throw down my faith: hatred, sadness, fear and despair, fought for the chance to usurp the throne of my life. Meanwhile, God seemed to have removed Himself to some country home. I thought it odd that in the dark my commitment to God though challenged had never flagged. Now reintroduced to the light it seemed all my beliefs were melting away like snow in August.
“Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!You really thought you could get away? You and your little Bone Girlfriend?” Tyson sneered.
I stared at the heart in between my fingers. It was all I had left of God. I felt if I could just keep myself focused on that one four inch space I could let everything else go and be with Jesus. I hadn’t spoken since Scott delivered the news about my mother, Anna and Silhouette. Even Oliver had been unable to draw me out of my stupor. I knew what was happening. I had just lost the ability to care. Like Elijah after the battle on Carmel I was exhausted and ready to die alone if God would just afford an opportunity.
Tyson smacked his lips, “Well it didn’t work. Here we are. You in prison. Me testifying against you in court tomorrow. I don’t even have to do the deed myself. I just get to watch you hang. Ordinarily I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to be personally involved but I killed my quota of church folk this week. That Silhouette was fun. The dogs licked up her blood just like what’s her name from the Bible… Jezebel. That’s it she was just like Jezebel.”
I looked up then from my manacled hands into Tyson’s eyes. I saw hatred there blazing back at me but something else too. Was it fear? For just a moment I felt all the circling demon hordes pushed back as an old power gripped me. Strength surged through my bones centered in the set of my jaw and the grind of my teeth. Words flew from the fingertips of my heart and exploded from my mouth unbidden.
“Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints,” I spat.
“Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing. The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his anointed, saying, Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us. He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision. Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure. Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion. I will declare the decree: the Lord hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee. Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel. Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.” By the end of the Psalm I was almost screaming.
Tyson backed up against the far door rattled by my sudden outburst.
“Turn or burn Tyson! Turn or burn.” I hissed.
The darkness closed back in then and I sat, to tired to even lift my head.
He chuckled and walked over to me. I sat docile as he bent and gently kissed the top of my head before exiting. I smiled at the heart between my fingers.