Post by Claudius Augustus on May 20, 2022 22:02:29 GMT -5
Mike Brown was a normal guy. 30 years old, a couple of kids and a wife. Average house, ugly old car that was always breaking down, and a desk job at the local accounting firm. He was the most boring man alive.
That all changed on one fateful day….
The day started as all others:
Mike got out of bed and brushed his teeth. Sore gums, should probably see the dentist soon.
Jumped in the shower and noticed a strange mole, should probably get that checked out.
Put his clothes on, tightened his red tie over his striped shirt. Noticed a small hole near the buttons, should probably buy some new shirts soon.
Ate a piece of toast with with jelly as he walked out the door, waving goodbye to his wife. The door got snagged and made him drop his jelly toast on his pants. Guess he should probably buy some new pants to go with his new shirts anyway.
In his old rickety car Mike was driving to work when he saw a terrible accident. The cars collided head on, leaving nothing but heaps of metal behind. Mike knew they were both dead or seriously injured, no one could have survived something so devastating.
Mike stopped his car in awe. Not of the wreck so much as what happened right after.
A line of what can only be described as monks or priests in white robes crossed the street to where the accident was. They were chanting something in another language, possibly Latin?
Where did they come from? Mike had not seen them previously on his drive, he drove this same highway everyday on his way to work. Was there a new church somewhere?
It was almost as if they had descended from heaven. Appeared out of thin air. Mike chuckled because he knew this was silly, but it intrigued him anyway.
They surrounded the cars, still chanting. Mike pulled his car to the side of the road with a sputter. He got out to go see what they were doing, because it was most assuredly peculiar.
He crossed the street and came up behind where the monks were circling the wreckage. He could hear their chant more clearly now, “Deus spes nostra…...Domine salva eos”
Mike had no idea what they were saying, but the rhythmic tone and perfect pitch made it extremely pleasing to listen to. Well, as pleasing as it could be given the situation.
Just as Mike was about to walk back to his car, saying a prayer for the people (funny since Mike considered himself agnostic), a sound came from the car wreckage. Some grinding metal, screeching as it peeled away from one of the cars. Out stepped a woman with nothing more than a scrape on her forehead.
Mike was amazed. He couldn’t believe his eyes. But here she was, standing next to the car perfectly fine. The Monks (he didn’t know what else to call them, but there were men and women among them) continued to chant.
Another sound. More tearing and grinding metal. An arm emerged from the other car, grabbing hold of the top and pulling. A man, also appearing to be totally fine, crawled out.
Mike gasped and fell to his knees. How on earth were they both completely fine? It defied all logic and reason. He had seen people die from wrecks that were not much more than fender benders.
Both the man and the woman looked at each other, and then scanned the monks standing around. As they realized what had happened, they both fell to their knees as well. They started crying and thanking God.
Mike wasn’t sure why, but he began to cry as well. He knew he had witnessed something magical, but it didn’t even involve him. Why was it affecting him so?
The monks closed in on the two inside and helped them to their feet. They were hugging and thanking them profusely. It was a sight to behold, even through Mike’s tear-filled eyes.
Mike noticed the sun that was shining brightly slowly dimmed as a shadow covered over him. He peered up at a monk standing there looking down at him. An old man with a grizzled beard and wrinkly face.
Monk: Hello my son. What troubles you?
Mike just stared at the man, unable to formulate a sentence.
Monk: We have shown these two God’s mercy, and He has given them new life. What you have seen can be yours as well.
Mike, wiping snot and tears away was finally able to muster a reply.
Mike: How can I have the same as them? I was not in a tragic accident. I don’t need saving.
The monk smiled down at him.
Monk: If you weren’t in need, you would not be on your knees weeping.
Mike broke down again. Not your normal crying, but that strong, ugly cry that comes from the deepest part of your soul.
Mike: I….I...I hate my life. I want more. I NEED more.
Monk: Then come with me, and let me show you the way.
The rest of the day was a blur. He left with the monks and the two they had saved, his car still parked on the side of the road. They took him to their cathedral, one Mike had known existed, but thought had been abandoned for years.
Inside he was blown away. It was in pristine condition, fit for any king or queen. It was one of the most unbelievably beautiful sights he had ever seen. He had so many questions, but anytime he asked the monks they told him all of his questions would be answered soon.
They stopped at the back of the cathedral by a huge wooden door. Mike was unsure what was on the other side but knew he wanted to be there. It felt like destiny.
The monks opened the door and let the two crash survivors through to the other side. They held Mike back and didn’t let him through, making him both sad and angry.
Mike: I want to go in! Let me see what's there!
The monks tried to calm him down and told him to sit on a bench that was next to the door. Hours passed while Mike sat there impatiently waiting. He tapped his hands on the bench, tapped his feet on the floor, and even paced a bit trying to pass the time.
Finally, the doors opened. A powerful, overwhelming white light shone through the door blinding him for a time.
A voice called to him from the other side of the blinding light.
“Come here Pig, we have much work to do.”
That all changed on one fateful day….
The day started as all others:
Mike got out of bed and brushed his teeth. Sore gums, should probably see the dentist soon.
Jumped in the shower and noticed a strange mole, should probably get that checked out.
Put his clothes on, tightened his red tie over his striped shirt. Noticed a small hole near the buttons, should probably buy some new shirts soon.
Ate a piece of toast with with jelly as he walked out the door, waving goodbye to his wife. The door got snagged and made him drop his jelly toast on his pants. Guess he should probably buy some new pants to go with his new shirts anyway.
In his old rickety car Mike was driving to work when he saw a terrible accident. The cars collided head on, leaving nothing but heaps of metal behind. Mike knew they were both dead or seriously injured, no one could have survived something so devastating.
Mike stopped his car in awe. Not of the wreck so much as what happened right after.
A line of what can only be described as monks or priests in white robes crossed the street to where the accident was. They were chanting something in another language, possibly Latin?
Where did they come from? Mike had not seen them previously on his drive, he drove this same highway everyday on his way to work. Was there a new church somewhere?
It was almost as if they had descended from heaven. Appeared out of thin air. Mike chuckled because he knew this was silly, but it intrigued him anyway.
They surrounded the cars, still chanting. Mike pulled his car to the side of the road with a sputter. He got out to go see what they were doing, because it was most assuredly peculiar.
He crossed the street and came up behind where the monks were circling the wreckage. He could hear their chant more clearly now, “Deus spes nostra…...Domine salva eos”
Mike had no idea what they were saying, but the rhythmic tone and perfect pitch made it extremely pleasing to listen to. Well, as pleasing as it could be given the situation.
Just as Mike was about to walk back to his car, saying a prayer for the people (funny since Mike considered himself agnostic), a sound came from the car wreckage. Some grinding metal, screeching as it peeled away from one of the cars. Out stepped a woman with nothing more than a scrape on her forehead.
Mike was amazed. He couldn’t believe his eyes. But here she was, standing next to the car perfectly fine. The Monks (he didn’t know what else to call them, but there were men and women among them) continued to chant.
Another sound. More tearing and grinding metal. An arm emerged from the other car, grabbing hold of the top and pulling. A man, also appearing to be totally fine, crawled out.
Mike gasped and fell to his knees. How on earth were they both completely fine? It defied all logic and reason. He had seen people die from wrecks that were not much more than fender benders.
Both the man and the woman looked at each other, and then scanned the monks standing around. As they realized what had happened, they both fell to their knees as well. They started crying and thanking God.
Mike wasn’t sure why, but he began to cry as well. He knew he had witnessed something magical, but it didn’t even involve him. Why was it affecting him so?
The monks closed in on the two inside and helped them to their feet. They were hugging and thanking them profusely. It was a sight to behold, even through Mike’s tear-filled eyes.
Mike noticed the sun that was shining brightly slowly dimmed as a shadow covered over him. He peered up at a monk standing there looking down at him. An old man with a grizzled beard and wrinkly face.
Monk: Hello my son. What troubles you?
Mike just stared at the man, unable to formulate a sentence.
Monk: We have shown these two God’s mercy, and He has given them new life. What you have seen can be yours as well.
Mike, wiping snot and tears away was finally able to muster a reply.
Mike: How can I have the same as them? I was not in a tragic accident. I don’t need saving.
The monk smiled down at him.
Monk: If you weren’t in need, you would not be on your knees weeping.
Mike broke down again. Not your normal crying, but that strong, ugly cry that comes from the deepest part of your soul.
Mike: I….I...I hate my life. I want more. I NEED more.
Monk: Then come with me, and let me show you the way.
The rest of the day was a blur. He left with the monks and the two they had saved, his car still parked on the side of the road. They took him to their cathedral, one Mike had known existed, but thought had been abandoned for years.
Inside he was blown away. It was in pristine condition, fit for any king or queen. It was one of the most unbelievably beautiful sights he had ever seen. He had so many questions, but anytime he asked the monks they told him all of his questions would be answered soon.
They stopped at the back of the cathedral by a huge wooden door. Mike was unsure what was on the other side but knew he wanted to be there. It felt like destiny.
The monks opened the door and let the two crash survivors through to the other side. They held Mike back and didn’t let him through, making him both sad and angry.
Mike: I want to go in! Let me see what's there!
The monks tried to calm him down and told him to sit on a bench that was next to the door. Hours passed while Mike sat there impatiently waiting. He tapped his hands on the bench, tapped his feet on the floor, and even paced a bit trying to pass the time.
Finally, the doors opened. A powerful, overwhelming white light shone through the door blinding him for a time.
A voice called to him from the other side of the blinding light.
“Come here Pig, we have much work to do.”
