Give Me Something to Believe In
by K. A. Ma'lady
The Merriam-Webster Dictionary lists Faith as a Belief and trust in and loyalty to God; a firm belief in something for which there is no proof. The Bible lists Faith as ‘being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. (Heb 11:1 (NIV) So, is seeing believing? Or is proof necessary for truth?
Monotheism is the belief in the existence of one god or in the oneness of God was, according to Judeo-Christian and Islamic tradition, the original religion of humanity. But not all of are of the same beliefs. Not all have read from the same book. And is the bible just a book of stories, or is it a historical ledger for what was, and what might be again?
The philosopher, Thomas Carlyle once wrote: To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not God made visible if we will open our minds and our eyes.
What do you see once the stories have been written? Is there proof within the ledgers folds? Ask yourself, what do you believe in?
For Faith Savage – The Message is a Matter of Interpretation
Belief is in the Hands of Faith
Faith Savage Demon Huntress
Genre: Erotic Paranormal, Erotic Horror
Publisher: Mojocastle Press
Date of Publication: 10-8-2016
Number of pages: 76
Word Count: 26114
Cover Artist: Vanessa Hawthorne
The world is in chaos. School shootings, war, terrorism, the list goes on. But what if you could do something about it?
When angelic intervention meets demonic rage, Faith Savage finds herself caught in the middle. Talk about tough decisions.
The Message is a Matter of Interpretation -- Belief is in the Hands of Faith
“And when the third seal is broken,’ Jason continued, preaching to a choir whose interest was now somewhat piqued, “the balancer rides in the night. He is the black horseman – the darkness; the bringer of the ends of time.”
“In for a penny,” I added.
“The end of a pound,” he replied. “I speak of drought, Faith. And you and I both know that drought is everywhere. Its destructive force spreading and its oppressive hands are burrowing a dry, dark stain across the land, hungering for just one believer. But the fields are empty and the livestock barren. This is a world in crisis, Faith. Drought and hunger and famine are everywhere. California, Nevada – barren.”
“Do not delude yourself. The Four Horseman ride, Faith. Death is all around us. Open your eyes and see, Faith Savage. But more importantly, open your heart. The time is at hand. The proof is everywhere; on every media channel, every cyber outlet you can link into. War is on every continent. Famine. Plagues. I ask you, what more proof do you need?”
“Yes, Faith Savage,” came the thick, rumble of my name, uttered as if God had dropped a ball of thunder off a cliff and waited for the shards of lightning to follow its decent into the sea. “What more proof do you need?”
I turned at the sound, dumbstruck once again by the cool, aloof demeanor of this lethal giant in eighties rocker casual. My heart stuttered while I took in the hands stuffed in the front pockets of jeans so faded out there were holes worn in them. Glancing down, I noted the shoes; white leather Capezios. Today’s T-shirt of choice was once again black, a white stallion blazing across a fiery roadway. Its rider was armored, the cross of God on his breast plate, a demon impaled upon a pike, pike raised to the heavens. The script across the bottom of it read, I’ll Take You to Hell. Gabriel, in all his ironies, stood before me and I was struck with the urge to laugh, to cower and to tremble, simultaneously.
His scent engulfed me in the warm, rich rush of cinnamon, wind, earth and haloed man. The sight of all that caged power in six feet six inches of man-angel standing before me with the breeze that ruffled his auburn hair, twisted my gut with dread. Worry, fear and then uncertainty followed quickly as the frenzied course of my thoughts slammed into me all at same time. I blinked and then blinked again. I took a shaky breath and considered the moment. Considered his question. What more proof did I need? The answer? Plenty.
About the Author:
K. A. M’Lady lives in the ‘burbs of Chicago with her husband and three children. She’s been lost in the world of fiction since she was a small child, and frankly, never wants to be found—at least not any time soon. “Myth and magic builds dreams and inspirations – and in an insane world, it is our dreams that spark the revolution of change. No matter which world is being conquered. Within our dreams – all things are possible.”
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