Everyone needs an outlet. Some type of activity that gives you joy. I am so grateful for the delight I find in story telling. This is a story I wrote years ago...it will come in 3 installments.
The angel looked at God’s creation milling aimlessly around. The mall, this conglomeration of stores selling various and sundry items, seemed to beckon humans from their reality into some type of coma that numbed their daily stress. Sadly, few sought the True Cure.
The angel had never spoken the name given to him. That was the rule; he couldn’t speak unless spoken to. He knew no mirror, but he was aware of his appearance. He appeared as a man, with dark skin, fiftyish. His clothes were haggard. His teeth were broken, chipped, missing. His form was scattered with tattoos and piercings. The overall look of him spoke of loss and subtle desperation. But if someone would only look at him, into his eyes, they would see that all was not lost. He had hope, waiting to be ignited by someone—anyone who would speak to him. He had a blessing, ready to give, but so far, no one who found him was ready to receive. He sighed deeply. These people so desperately needed to be blessed, but they didn’t seek it.
Malachi, the name he would excitedly share, eagerly seized his daily post, the bench outside the main entrance of the mall. He prayed and waited, waited and prayed. The first soul approached in a slouching gait, eyes cast to the sidewalk. The soul was painfully conscious of Rage clawing at his insides desperate to get out. Rage was busy attacking the soul…blowing tumultuous wind into the cyclone of hate that started long ago. Malachi sensed the source of the spirit—deep rooted rejection. The Master laid the soul’s name on Malachi’s heart—Ezra. An ancient name. An old soul. A tired soul. Ezra’s eyes darted from one end of the bustling parking lot to the other, looking for someone, searching. Eventually, Ezra’s eyes grazed Malachi’s face. For a moment, Malachi saw a glimmer of what could be… hope. The messenger prayed that Ezra would speak, just one word. Just then Deceit approached, attached to a sinister being with eyes that reflected numbness caused by abuse. Malachi slightly hung his head, but watched the exchange of money and a package. The human covered in Deceit sauntered away, while Ezra sat beside Malachi, staring at the unopened bundle. Malachi prayed as he observed Ezra’s shaking hands and clinching fists. Sweat beaded on Ezra’s forehead and dripped onto the creases of his fingers. The internal battle was taking place before Malachi’s eyes, unseen to all in the earthly realm, visible to all in the heavens. The stench that accosted Malachi’s senses reeked of decayed potential. Malachi could feel the pull of The Spirit on his heart. He prayed for Ezra, but wept as the young man succumbed to the desire of the flesh. Malachi stared at Apathy, as it wrapped Ezra in a suffocating bear hug, strangling the motivation out of him. Ezra rose and drifted away, ignorant of the blessing left behind.
To be cont.
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.