Prayer-warriors' Trek

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Two young women--Guinevere and Coffee--best friends-in-the-Lord and Christians--are on a walk down the railroad tracks to a park in response to a letter inviting them to fellowship with the letter-writer at this park. On their trek they must contend with six adversaries from Revelation 22:15--a dog, a sorcerer, a whoremonger, a murderer, an idolater, and a liar. By turning to God with prayer each time, the prevail over these six foes on the railroad tracks. They arrive at the park, discover the letter-writer Flanders Nickels, and their dreams come true.

Submitted: January 19, 2019

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PRAYER-WARRIORS’ TREK

(By Mr. Morgan P. McCarthy)

“I’d really rather be home right now the way I feel,” said Coffee the young woman.

“You promised me that you would come with,” said Guinevere her best friend.

“I know. I’m coming, Guin,’” said Coffee. “We both read your letter you got.”

“He said to come to the park and to share Christ with him,” said Guinevere.

“You know that I am not good at witnessing,” said Coffee.

“Maybe he’s a saved person who wants fellowship in Christ, Coff,’” said Guinevere.

“With two pretty young women,” said Coffee. Guinevere nodded and smirked. “That’s a guy for you,”

“He did not give his name, but maybe he’s cute,” said Guinevere.

“Cute or not, I would rather have Christ to answer my prayer or maybe Michael or Gabriel the angels to answer my prayer than a regular guy to answer my prayer, Guinevere,” complained Coffee.

Guinevere said, “God will be answering our prayers, Coffee. Sometimes God uses other people and other believers to answer our prayers.”

“Let’s quick get going before I change my mind all about this,” said the girl Coffee.

And two daughters of God, young women born again unto salvation, began their trek toward the park. Their trek would be upon an abandoned railroad tracks, and where these tracks ended was where that park began. Guinevere, a modest girl, was dressed in a long-sleeved blue plaid cotton shirt, a blue denim ladies’ vest with metal buttons unbuttoned, a blue denim skirt with a yoke and with knife pleats reaching down to her knees and with a black leather belt, no socks, and dark blue sneakers with white rubber soles and dark blue shoelaces. And on her golden head she had on a dark blue Jiffy hat, which she pulled down now upon her gentle curls. Coffee, with fetching straight brown hair, glasses, and braces, was not so modest in her apparel. Coffee wore but a one-piece swimsuit and nothing else.

And Coffee murmured, “It’s too hot to walk. My feet hurt. Are we there yet, Guin?’” Guinevere rolled her eyes. These railroad tracks stretched on up ahead for a few miles yet. As they walked now, these two prayer-warriors became silent with introspective thoughts toward God. Guinevere thought upon her dream in life, and Coffee thought upon her dream in life. What Guinevere wanted from the Lord was a prince who would sweep her off her feet. She had never had a boyfriend before, and God had not yet given her one in her Christian life. Yes, she was attractive, and, yes, men asked her out. But, no, none of them were born again and living for God. Heeding God’s commandment for a girl not to date a boy who is unsaved himself, Guinevere said, “No,” to all her suitors, not without loneliness. She said now in silent prayer, “What I want, Good Lord, is a saved boyfriend who loves You most of all. Maybe this man at the park will be the one You have for me.”

As for Coffee, what she desired of the Lord was that He make of her a more faithful steward of her time these days of her life. Coffee needed and wanted to read her King James Bible every day, and she really wanted to get alone with her Heavenly Father in prayer every night, and she wanted to make a stand for Jesus and go to her and Guin’s Baptist church every time the doors were open. But things always seemed to come up—things the old Devil tempted her with—and she was not faithful in her worship life quite like Guinevere was.

“Amen,” said Coffee after much silence here on the railroad tracks.

“You were praying, too, Coff,’” said Guinevere.

“That I was,” said Coffee. She held up her Holy Bible as they walked. Guinevere did likewise.

Just then an eerie calling forth from a strange unseen animal emanated from up ahead on these railroad tracks. Frightened, Coffee asked. “What was that? It sounded like howling or something.”

“It sounded like an animal baying, Coffee,” said Guinevere. It called forth again.

“In the middle of the day, Guin?’” asked Coffee, nervous.

Not nervous, Coffee said, “It must be some wolf or some coyote or some dog.”

“I’d say some thing,” said Coffee. It gave forth a third summons to the two women. And, lo, there it was, at the beginning of a bend in the railroad tracks only one hundred feet away and sitting between two big oak trees. There before the Christian women was a dog unlike any dog seen before. It looked to be both a Collie and an angel both at the same time. What the two prayer-warriors were looking at was a supernatural Collie dog endowed with great white wings! Coffee did not like what she was seeing. But Guinevere was instantly enamored of it.

Coffee said, “It is blocking our way.”

But Guinevere said, “It is waiting for us.”

Coffee said, “We have to go around it.”

But Guinevere said, “Don’t you just want to run up to it and hug it around the neck?”

“Be careful, Guin,’” said Coffee. “That dog is not good. That dog is not of God. That dog is of the Devil. That is what I feel, anyway.”

“No, Coffee, it is a beautiful dog. Does not our God make beautiful things?” asked Guinevere, offended.

"Have you ever seen a ‘Pegasus’ of a dog before, Guinevere?” asked Coffee.

“How I loved Lassie when I was a little girl,” said Guinevere.

“This is not Lassie,” said Coffee.

“It’s just sitting there, not leaving, not coming closer,” said Guinevere.

“Look. Look there, Guinevere,” said Coffee, pointing. “Its wings are turning gray now.”

“It’s getting different,” said Guinevere.

“It must be a dog from Hell,” said Coffee point-blank.

Stark black markings began to spread upon its once tri-color coat. “Why, it’s turning into a blue 

Merle Collie now,” lamented Guinevere. “Those are not the pretty Collies at all, O Coffee!”

Coffee asked, “Does it say anywhere in the Bible that the Devil makes himself look handsome to fool people?”

“Yes, it does at that,” said Guinevere. This Collie’s wings were now turning black. “This Collie is quickly becoming not at all pretty to me anymore!”

“What’s it say in the Good Book?” asked Coffee.

“It says this: ‘And no marvel: for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.’ II Corinthians 11:14,” recited Guinevere.

What could this reciter say now? This formerly resplendent Collie that she wanted to kiss on the head was all along a demon as an angel of light. This collie continued changing before them.

“It’s getting worse and worse,” said Coffee.

“I see that,” confessed Guinevere. Now this demon dog from Hell had wings like unto a dragon and very long claws on its feet and the light of fire in its eyes and billows of smoke coming out of its muzzle. Then it stood up there. Both girls quickly held their Bibles hard against their breasts in fears.

Then it began to approach them, and it did so in a slow and methodical stalk. The girls began to run away back down the tracks. But then the Collie demon also began to run in its stalk. “What should we do?” cried out Coffee.

“I don’t know!” said Guinevere. Then she said, “We should pray!”

“But what should we say?” asked Coffee. They both felt the heat of devil breath on their backs.

“Dear Father, help us!” cried Guinevere in prayer up to Heaven.

Suddenly this Collie let out a most mortal yelp! The girls turned to look back, and they saw it lift itself up off the ground with its wings, and they watched as it fled away in haste off into the skies as a prince of the power of the air rebuked and punished by Almighty God. It was never coming back to tempt the prayer-warrior women again.

“It’s gone! It’s gone!” said Coffee in glee.

“It’s gone! It’s gone!” sang back Guinevere in joy of the Lord.

The young women joined hands and did a merry little dance in so great relief. And they thanked and praised their Saviour. And they sat down upon the railroad tracks to gather their wits together again after their big fright. Then Guinevere said, “As God says in His Word, Coff,’ ‘Greater is He that is in [us] than he that is in the world.’”

In understanding, Coffee said, “Greater is the Holy Spirit than any evil spirit.”

The prayer-warriors dared to look on up ahead on these railroad tracks. And without hesitation in the Lord, the two grown-up girls got back to their feet and resumed their trek toward the park, where God wanted them to go.

After another while of going forward for their Lord, they saw suddenly on up ahead a thick cloud of white smoke coming up magically from beneath. The girls stood and watched from a short distance away. The cloud of white smoke spread, thinned, cleared. Behold a wise man, a hoary sage, an old man in white. This man was dressed in a long white garment down to the feet, and he had a tall white pointed hat on his head. His visage had piercing eyes and thick white eyebrows and a full white mustache and a long white beard. And in his right hand he did hold a scepter of wood. “He must be a wizard or magician. Wouldn’t you say?” Coffee asked Guinevere in her ear.

“Indeed a sorcerer,” Guinevere whispered back. “Woe, a sorcerer from Hell.”

“Ooo, but this one’s a white sorcerer. He must do white sorcery. He must be good,” said Coffee.

“Nay, Coff.’ There is no such thing as good sorcery. All sorcerers are bad. He is all from Satan,” emphasized Guinevere.

“He would make a handsome boyfriend for me,” said Coffee.

“Beware, O Coff,’” warned Guinevere.

Coffee then spoke to this sorcerer and said, “Hi there, sir.”

And this sorcerer spoke back to her, “Young maiden, in the name of my master, I command thee, ‘Give me thy Bible.’” He then raised his scepter and cast it downward in his hand. Behold, Coffee’s Holy Bible was seized from both of her hands by a force of supernatural power, and it was thrown away from her, and it landed upon the ground at the feet of this sorcerer.

“My Word of God!” cried out Coffee.

Taking his scepter now in his left hand, the sorcerer said now to Guinevere, “I shall confiscate yours as well, young wench.” And he cast his scepter downward before himself again, and he did wrench Guinevere’s Bible as well out of her hands and upon the ground at his feet with his sorcery.

“Holy Bible, Book divine!” cried out Guinevere in dismay.

And the sorcerer from Hell replied with an evil eye and an evil laugh.

“May God help us, Guin!’” said Coffee. “He’s going to touch our Bibles with that evil scepter!”

“No!” said Guinevere in consternation.

“Well, I’m going to keep him from doing that,” said Coffee.

“No!” said Guinevere. Her silent thoughts said, Don’t go over there, Coffee! Her spokenthoughts said, “He may touch you with his scepter, Coffee!”

“Better myself than the Good Book,” said Guinevere. And Coffee began to approach this sorcerer.

“Then let it be me, Coff,’” uttered Guinevere, at once walking toward the man of sorcery.

Then the sorcerer waved a circle around the two Bibles with his magic scepter, and, behold, a ring of fire upon the ground, a ring of fire closing in upon itself toward the two Good Books within. The two girls stopped their advance. The sorcerer then said, “In the name of my father, I command these two Books to be made ashes.” He began to cast his scepter downward in both hands to touch these two holy Books with it.

“Not God’s Book, O evil sorcerer!” commanded the young woman Coffee, and she pounced upon the man of magic where he stood. Guinevere put her hands to her cheeks in alarm. Coffee’s assault did indeed knock the scepter out of the sorcerer’s hands. Yet, in coming into physical contact with such a man of sorcery, Coffee was sent flying off to the side; and she fell in a heap alongside these railroad tracks and did not move.

Guinevere cried out, “Coffee! Coffee!” There was no reply. Guinevere, at a loss for a moment,

turned from sorcerer to best friend to sorcerer and to best friend again. The ring of fire was put out.

Knocking the scepter out of his hands had everything to do with that. The Bibles were all right.

Was Coffee going to be all right? Between Guinevere and that sorcerer lay both the scepter—along the left of these railroad tracks—and her best friend—along the right of these railroad tracks. The girl in denim had now to choose to which one she must go right now. She quickly picked dear Coffee. And Guinevere fell down upon her knees alongside the sprawled form of her sister-in-the-Lord. “Coffee!

Coffee!” called out Guinevere. Was she going to be okay?

Guinevere, angry at this sorcerer, turned to look back up at him, saw the scepter again in his evil hand, and she rebuked him in great wrath, “In the name of God, O sorcerer from Hell, I command thee ‘Get thee hence, Satan!’” Yet this curse did not affect him! Neither did this sorcerer turn to look at her,nor did he seem to hear her, nor did he stop what he was doing. Guinevere needed something more powerful than a curse to stop the sorcerer from what he was about to do. The woman in denim knew what such a thing had to be.

The sorcerer then approached the two women, spoke down toward the body of Coffee, extended his scepter in his right hand toward the fallen Coffee, and spoke, “In the name of my ruler, O bold maiden, I command thee, ‘Be made stone.’” And he reached out his magic scepter to touch Coffee with it.

Very quickly now Guinevere prayed and said, “O Lord, help us now!”

Just like that the powerful scepter caught on fire of God in the hands of the man of Satan. For just a moment the sorcerer held the tip of his scepter right above the back of Coffee, never quite having touched her with it, and his big eyes betrayed defeat before God. Very quickly God’s fire consumed the great wooden staff, and the sorcerer had to let go of it, and it fell upon the railroad tracks and burned up into impotent ashes. The sorcerer was now without his scepter, and the sorcerer was now without his sorcery. As Guinevere saw all of this happening, she then saw that great white smoke come up again from the beneath. The sorcerer was surrounded by his white smoke, and the woman could not see him.

And, sure enough, when the smoke dissipated, the sorcerer was gone, just like that.

Behold, Coffee stirred. “Coff,’ Coff,’ thank God you’re alive!” cried out Guinevere.

In a daze where she lay, the maillot girl asked, “Where’s my Bible?”

No sweeter three words had Guinevere ever heard before spoken by near and dear Coffee. Her best friend in Christ was okay. Praise God she was all right. Guinevere went and picked up their two undamaged Holy Bibles, brought them with her back to Coffee, and they sang the song of Psalm 89:1.

After a good long rest, the two girls got back up and resumed their trek down the railroad tracks. “Are you up to this, Coffee?” asked Guinevere with cares.

“The joy of the Lord is my strength, Guin,’” said Coffee the Scripture verse Nehemiah 8:10.

“Then he shall be mine as well,” said Guinevere. And they continued onward for Christ.

After a while, the two prayer-warriors saw a third traveler coming toward them on these tracks up ahead. This was a gentleman in a black tuxedo and a black top-hat, a fairly short kind of fellow.

Not yet seeing the two women, this guy took a little roll of something out of his jacket pocket, and he unrolled a span of this roll before his eyes, and he studied this roll most attentively, and he rolled it back up and put it back in his pocket. Then he saw the women. Guinevere thought to herself, Maybe he might be my boyfriend. Coffee thought to herself, This one is a real dog. He is a weird one. Both laughed. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” asked Guinevere quietly to Coffee.

“I don’t know,” whispered Coffee to Guinevere.

“Maybe we should stop now and have a word of prayer,” said Guinevere.

“I don’t know,” said Coffee. “This one doesn’t look real scary.”

“I am curious about this one,” said Guinevere.

“I also,” said Coffee. Neither woman now had that word of prayer right now.

“Hello there, vixens,” called forth this guy.

The two young women called back, “Hello there, good sir.”

“Are you wondering what it is that I have in my tuxedo pocket?” he asked them.

Guinevere politely nodded her head in assent. Coffee went ahead and asked him, “Good sir, what do you have in your tuxedo coat pocket?”

“It is this,” he said,, pulling it out and holding it in front of them. And he said, “With this I do go forth and measure inches.” It was a cloth measuring roll. And as they watched, this little fellow proceeded to measure the height of the two young women. First he measured Guinevere, and he said, “Ah, five feet eight inches. That’s good. Very good.” Then he measured Coffee, and he said, “Ah, also five feet eight inches. That’s better. Even better."

“Better? How can that be better?” asked Guinevere, a little jealous.

“I’m better,” bragged Coffee. “Guin,’ I think that I am beginning to like this guy.”

This guy then turned his back on Guinevere and gave all of his attention only upon Coffee now.

“I like your swimsuit, lassie.”

“It’s a one-piece swimsuit,” Coffee flirted.

“I know,” he said. “Those are the best kinds, girl.” He gazed upon her maillot in great avid admiration. Self-conscious and loving this attention, Coffee herself looked down upon herself to admire her one-piece swimsuit she had on this day. It was all red with two black curve bars down the front along the sides.

Confident in her feminine comeliness, Coffee went on to brag on her self, saying both to man and woman, “I always thought that my black curves on this swimsuit bring out the curves of my own self along my own sides in this swimsuit. Don’t you think the same?”

“Aye, woman,” he said. “Aye at that!” And, of all things, this fellow began to measure these black bars that ran down the front of her red one-piece swimsuit. At first Coffee thought to step back away from this measuring cloth man touching her maillot. But she quickly changed her mind, and she remained standing there still for this man to do his work. Coffee liked this most queer and unique attention from a guy. And he said about these black bars upon her suit, “Yes! Sixteen inches up and down! Yes! Two and one-half inches left and right! True classy one-piece swimsuit goddess you are at that for sure.”

The man then paused. Eager for more, Coffee said, “Would you like to measure the rest of me?”

“I was waiting for you to say that, young lady,” he did say.

And Coffee went on to say about herself, “Thirty-six, twenty-six, thirty-six.”

But instead this man said, “I should like to start with your hands.”The man then took Coffee’s right hand, put his measuring cloth across its length, and said, “Six inches. Yes.” The girls stood there, mystified. Then this guy squatted down, and he spread his measuring tape across her bare right foot. He said, “Nine inches. Indeed.” The young women laughed. Guinevere laughed in novelty; Coffee laughed in flirt. Next this fellow measured Coffee’s shin with his measuring line. Coffee stayed still for this man to do his work. He then summed up, “Eighteen inches. Good. Very good.” After this, he then went ahead to spread his measuring tape across the length of Coffee’s thigh. Guinevere did not like that much. Coffee, though, did like it much.

And he declared “Eighteen inches also. Very apropos, woman!” Guinevere wanted to speak and to get rid of this strange man, but she did not know what to say right now. Coffee wanted to say something coquettish and grateful at the same time, but Guinevere’s silence rendered her silent for this moment.

This odd little fellow then said, “Bear with me this one last time, O red one-piece swimsuit woman. I have but one last measurement to make to make sure that you are the one for me.” And brazenly he at once took his measuring cloth and measured Coffee’s very front, down the whole length of her maillot, measuring from just beneath her neck down to just below her nether regions. This Coffee did not like at all.

And Guinevere finally spoke and said, “You’ve gone too far.”

And Coffee said, “I’ve never been touched down there like that before.” Coffee was offended.

Undaunted and heedless, this measuring man took away his tape from her front side and summed up his measurement thereof, “Twenty-four inches! Twenty-four inches!” Done with this, he quickly rolled back up his measuring roll and put it back in his tuxedo coat pocket. And right after all of this, this top hat guy said to Coffee, “Maillot woman, we can do it standing up. Come lie with me. Or should I say, ‘Come stand with me.’”

“Why, you are an adulterer!” cried out Coffee, backing up and putting her hands out between herself and himself for protection.

“He’s a whore monger!” cried out Guinevere to Coffee. “You’re a whore monger from Hell!” she exclaimed at this man.

“Yes. I am,” he said. “And I do run after this one-piece swimsuit woman!” He leaped toward Coffee. Coffee fled. He missed, tripped, fell, got back up. Coffee stopped fleeing, stood still, bowed her head, and closed her eyes. Guinevere was scared to death. She thought to try to tackle this satyr of a man.

Then she heard Coffee say out loud in conclusion of prayer, “In Jesus’s name I pray. Amen.”

Just like that, the whore monger stopped his pursuit of Coffee. He stood there and yelled at her, saying, “You never told me that you are a virgin. My master did not tell me that about you. You won’t do for me. Wench, you will never do for me!” And he said a curse, took his measuring tape out of his pocket and threw it in disgust, and marched away, muttering and complaining and murmuring, never to come back.

“Whew!” said Guinevere in relief.

“How unclean I feel all of a sudden,” said Coffee. “Maybe putting on my favorite one-piece swimsuit today was not such a good idea for me after all.”

Guinevere said to her, “God is still on our side, Coff,’ With God there be more with us than with them. And again it says in the Bible, ‘They that be with us are more than they that be with them.’”

“You are so right,” said Coffee, understanding these two Scriptures. With God on our side, even though we born-again believers are in the minority, we are still on the winning side.”

“Are you up to continuing our trek down these railroad tracks after what just happened?” askedGuinevere.

“I am if you are,” said Coffee. And she said, “Let us find out the great acts of our Lord that He will do for us.” And the prayer-warrior women resumed their trek down these railroad tracks.

After a long while of peace, the two young ladies in Christ heard up ahead a neigh of a horse.

 

Grabbing her best friend’s arm, Coffee panicked and said, “Pray for us, Guinevere.”

Guinevere bade her to be calm and said, “Coff,’ it sounds like just a horse.” The horse neighed again.

Coffee said. “Yes, just a horse. Horses cannot hurt us.” And she let go of Guinevere’s arm. “I’m just a little nervous today on these railroad tracks.”

“Too nervous, Coffee,” said Guinevere. “You must be afraid of some magic horse or something.”

“You yourself almost got taken in by a magic dog, you know, Guin,’” said Coffee.

“You are right about that,” said Guinevere. “We better keep our eyes on Jesus just in case.”

And then they saw this horse. Behold a magic brown horse with a spiraling horn upon its brown head! Further, to its side a knight in shining armor, his visor down and a jousting stick stuck into the ground at his side.

“Why, what do we see? A magic horse!” called out Coffee in dismay. “A very real unicorn when there is no such thing as a very real unicorn.”

“A Medieval knight in shining armor here in the twenty-first century!” said Guinevere.

“What’s he here for?” asked Coffee. “What is he going to do with his big lance?”

“Let’s ask him,” said Guinevere.

This Middle Ages knight then picked up his lance out of the earth, and he mounted his brown unicorn. Guinevere, perhaps naive to the danger, asked him, “Sir, what are you going to do with your jousting stick?”

Without raising his visor he said to her, “I am come to run you through with this.” And knight and unicorn began to charge toward Guinevere in full gallop.

“Don’t let him kill me, Coffee!” cried out Guinevere, running for her life.

“Why, he’s a murderer!” called out Coffee, understanding what he was. “He is a murderer from Hell, Guin.’ Or he is attempting to be one this day.”

Guinevere tripped over the rail of these tracks and fell down hard upon her face. But in so doing, she spared her form from the lance of the charging knight in armor. Having just missed her in his first assault, this knight on the unicorn sped by and past. He quickly turned his horned equine around for a second assault, and he charged the blue denim girl again, his lance aimed right at her.

This time he would not miss Guinevere where she was, upon her hands and knees. Brave in the Lord and sure of herself, Coffee leaped in front of her best friend and sought to shield her from the jousting stick. “Hide behind me, Guin!’” said Coffee. “Do not move.”

“He’ll kill you, Coff!’” said Guinevere.

“No, he won’t, Guin,” said Coffee. “He is not after me. He is only after you.”

“How can you tell?” asked Guinevere.

“I just know,” said Coffee. “I can tell from what he said.” This knight had said to Guineverethat he was going to run her through with his lance when she had asked him. This knight had not said this to Coffee, nor had Coffee asked him.

And the Medieval knight came upon the two girls, his deadly lance aimed. And at the last second, he lifted his weapon up and away from Coffee, and his unicorn sped on by past them. But he quickly turned back around for a third charge. Things were happening so fast that Guinevere did not have time to pray. Coffee was too busy to give a word of prayer. And the Middle Ages knight in shining armor closed in upon the two girls where they crouched, Coffee quite safe herself from this lance. And Guinevere saw with her own eyes his deadly lance pass through the outer edge of her skirt and tearing a long tear in its denim. And unicorn and knight sped right by.

“Oh, help me, Coffee,” she cried out. She did not cry out to God in doing so. And unicorn and knight turned back around quickly for a fourth charge.

Coffee betrayed fear for her sister-in-the-Lord and said, “I do not know how much longer I cankeep you safe.” And the fierce knight on unicorn back went by like lightning, and his jousting stick grazed across Guinevere’s back and tore a long tear in the back of her denim vest. Her shirt within was not torn. And he quickly turned back around for a fifth charge. And in his fifth assault, he cut Guinevere along the side of her head, making her ear bleed.“He’s getting closer and closer each time he goes by, Coffee!” said Guinevere.

“And he keeps coming back faster and faster each time,” said Coffee.

“This is a bad dream,” said Guinevere. “This can’t be happening.” And the fearsome knight went past again, this time his lance taking off a tiny piece of Guinevere’s little pinkie on her right hand.

“Ow ow, dear Lord,” she cried up to God in pain. This murderer from Hell turned back around for another charge.

“This time he’ll get you, Guin,’” called out Coffee. “We’re done for.”

Guinevere cried up to Heaven now, and she said, “Lord Jesus, save us from this murderer from Hell! In Your name I pray. Amen.” And both women fell down to the ground face down and covered their heads with their hands. They both heard mighty unicorn hooves thunder past, and they both feltwind from assault blow upon their hair, and Guinevere felt no death spear from a lance pierce her body.

She was not harmed. The young women quickly sat up and looked. This murderer knight was not turning around for a seventh charge. Instead, knight and unicorn kept on going and never coming back.

“Thank You, God,” said Guinevere. “And thank you, Coffee.”

“Thank You, God,” prayed Coffee as well. Then she said, “Maybe God does not intend for two young women to walk down these dangerous railroad tracks alone. We need a Christian man to protectus, Guinevere, on our trek to the park.”

But Guinevere said, “Our Almighty God can take care of two young women on these railroad tracks, Coff.’”

“The Lord is righteous to answer the prayers of His two daughters who call out to Him,” agreedCoffee.

Picking up their King James Bibles after this third temptation, the two prayer-warriors resumed their journey down the railroad tracks.

After some while, they came upon a young woman coming their way, a lady dressed maybe from Roman times or Greek times. This woman was stooping in obeisance as she stood there before them, waiting for them to come. Guinevere prayed, “Lord God, is this one from Hell, too?” But this prayer was not one for deliverance.

The two Christian women came toward her. And she fell upon her knees before them in abject worship, and she would not so much as lift up her head to look at them. She spoke now, “O Athena, live forever! O Aphrodite, live forever!”

Coffee looked at Guinevere and whispered, “What are they?”

Guinevere whispered back, “Athena was the Greek goddess of wisdom, and Aphrodite was the Greek goddess of beauty.”

“They are us?” asked Coffee.

“This Greek woman believes so,” said Guinevere.

“Which one do I get to be?” asked Coffee. Her best friend raised her hand in hush.

Then this worshiping lady raised her head where she did kneel and did look up at Guinevere, and she said, “O Athena, I beseech thee, give me of thy wisdom.”

“Huh, Guin!’ I’m the beautiful one,” gloated Coffee.

Then this Greek woman turned her eyes to Coffee, and she said, “O Aphrodite, I beseech thee,give me of thy beauty.” Coffee smiled in triumph over Guinevere.

But Guinevere went and knelt down before this worshiper, and she said, “Good lady, I beseech you, do not bow down to us. We are as you. We are not goddesses. Worship, instead, the true and living God, the Creator of Heaven and Earth.” Coffee remained standing.

 

This Greek worshiper woman said to them, “I beg of ye, do not mock your handmaid, O goddesses. Thy words are unto me strange words.”

Coffee put her hand on Guinevere’s shoulder and said, “I do not think that we need to pray to pass this trial, Guin.’ What can she do to us?”

In rebuke, Guinevere said, “Coff,’ it is written, ‘Watch ye and pray, lest ye enter into temptation.’ Mark 14:38.”

“Talk some sense into her, Guin,’” said Coffee her advocate and heeding her Bible verse.

Guinevere continued with this worshiper, “We two before you are mortals like yourself. We are but flesh and blood. And we are sinners like all people. Worship Jesus the Saviour of the world.”

The Greek lady then asked, “Who is this Jesus?”

Coffee said quietly in Guinevere’s ear, “She didn’t mean that.”

Guinevere gave her sister-in-the-Lord a stern look, then began to preach Jesus to the Greek lady,

“He is God come in the flesh. He is both God the Son and the Son of God. He is the Lamb of God slain from the foundation of time to take away the sin of the world. He is the Messiah come. It is He Who died on the cross for our sins and rose again the third day. Jesus saves! And--”

Suddenly Guinevere saw this worshiping lady kissing her ankles above her sneakers in idolatry, and this worship woman said, “O wise Athena, speak unto thy handmaiden only about thyself.”

Very quickly Guinevere leaped upright. Coffee was right. She looked apologetically at her confidante, and her confidante forgave her.

“Why, the woman’s an idolater, isn’t she, Guinevere?” asked Coffee.

“Yes, Coff,’ an idolater from Hell quite,” said Guinevere.

“We are her idols,” said Coffee. “You and I have become false idols.”

“She’s dangerous,” said Guinevere.

“Let’s make a dash for it,” said Coffee. “Let’s run away from this false idolater and run the rest of the way down the tracks.”

“That sounds like a good idea to me, Coffee,” said Guinevere. She at once began to back away from the Greek idol worshiper, and she began to run on ahead down these railroad tracks.

Suddenly she heard her best friend cry out, “She’s got me! I cannot get away. Help me, Guinevere! I’m falling!” Quickly Guinevere stopped and turned around.

Lo, there stood her friend, wrapped around both ankles in the grip of the idolater’s arms, the Greek woman imploring her, “O Aphrodite, I beg of thee, cast thy spell upon my gentleman and have him ask me to marry him.” And Coffee fell backwards in this grip down upon her bottom.

“Yikes, Coff,’ we forgot to pray,” confessed Guinevere.

“I’ll do the praying this time,” said Coffee, flustered at herself. And she prayed now, “O true God of gods, Lord of lords, I pray that you get me out of this mess we got ourselves in. It is my fault.”

Just like that, this idolater from Hell, let go of Coffee, stood up, turned to the side, turned to the other side, and said, “Zeus, Hera, do not take me back.” And suddenly she was gone, the Devil having taken her back to Hell.

Quickly Coffee ran back up to Guinevere and she said, “Never have I felt better being at your side than I do now, Guin.’”

“That one was worse for you than it was for me,” said Guinevere.

“Yeah,” said Coffee. “Yeah.” And she blew air into her brown bangs.

And at once the two Christian ladies resumed their prayer-warrior’s trek down the railroad tracks toward the park, both of them laughing and praising God and singing hymns.

They walked. They talked. They thought. And suddenly they realized that they had not encountered any demon again now for the longest time. “That is strange, Guin,’” confessed Coffee.

“I can see that you are thinking what I am thinking,” said Guinevere.

“We are almost there now,” said Coffee.

“We are nearing the end of these railroad tracks.“Are you hoping what I am hoping, Coff?’” asked Guinevere.

“That the demons are all done now?” asked Coffee.

“Yes,” agreed Guinevere in hope.

“I, too,” said Coffee.

“We can rest now,” said Guinevere.

“Praise the Lord!” said Coffee. They looked on up ahead. “I can almost see the park.”

“So can I, I think,” said Guinevere.

“Would you read that letter to me again?” asked Coffee. “I want to hear it again.”

Guinevere took this letter out of her shirt pocket, this correspondence that brought them here in the first place, and she read it out loud: “Dear Guinevere: I am a born-again believer in Christ who am alone in a lost and unsaved and dying world. I seek spiritual fellowship in God with other brothers and sisters in Christ. I humbly invite you to a get-together with me at Elysian Field Park this Saturday afternoon if you would. Bring a best friend if you could. It is written in Matthew 18:20, in the words of our Saviour, ‘For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.’ Maybe with the Holy Spirit we can find answers to prayers and dreams come true to the glory of our Heavenly Father Above. Truly may Christ be praised. Looking forward to our afternoon inJesus. Yours truly, a man of God.”

“I can tell now that he must be saved,” said Coffee. “I was wrong about him back there at the beginning of our walk.”

“It is a beautiful letter, is it not?” asked Guinevere, with a dreamy look in her eye about this guy.

Understanding her best friend, Coffee said, “Guin,’ we don’t know yet if he is a good-looker. Do not get your hopes up about this guy we have not yet seen.”

“A lonely girl can hope,” said Guinevere.

“I’ve got a prayer to be answered through this guy, too,” said Coffee.

“Oh, but it will be worth it all when we get there, Coff,’” said Guinevere.

“These five trials have been a handful for us two gals, haven’t they, Guin?”” asked Coffee.

“Yeah, they have,” said Guinevere.

“Shall we continue?” asked Coffee, her heart merry.

“We shall,” said Guinevere, putting her letter back in her shirt pocket. And they began to walk the rest of the way down these railroad tracks.

Just then a voice of a young man spoke to them, a pleasant, peaceful voice as of a Christian man of God: “Guinevere, Coffee, you came. Praise the Lord.” The girls saw no man. Then there he was, coming out from behind some trees just up ahead and near. Guinevere fell for this fellow right off.

She looked a glance at Coffee to see what she did think about him, and her face also approved of this man’s looks.

Submissive to him, Guinevere took his letter out of her pocket, and she asked him, “Good sir, are you this one who seeks fellowship at the park?”

“That I am,” he said. “My name is Flanders Nickels.”

Yet Coffee spoke up as an interloper and said, “I thought that we three were to meet at the park.”

“Oh, I could not wait,” said this Flanders.

But Coffee brusquely broke in between Guinevere and Flanders again, this time as an interrogator, asking him, “But how could you know that we gals were going to go to this park by way of these railroad tracks?”

“Why, Coffee, the Holy Spirit told me,” he said to her.

“I do not know the Holy Spirit to work that way, Flanders Nickels,” challenged Coffee rudely.

To this the man answered not.But then this man turned to Guinevere with affection upon his countenance, and he said, “Fair Lady Guinevere, ask any questions you want, and I shall answer them for you.”

Enamored of this real cute guy, Guinevere did ask him questions, questions very different from the kind Coffee had just asked: “Do you pray? Do you love the Word of God? Are you looking for a good Baptist church? Do you love to sing hymns? Do you have a burden for lost souls?”

“Yes, Guinevere, to all five questions,” he did say.

Guinevere then asked him, “Do you have a girlfriend? Are you looking for a girlfriend?”

And Flanders replied, “I’m searching for the girl that God would have for me.” Guinevere’s heart was stirred with romance.

But Coffee broke in between them once again, saying to him bluntly, “You know all about Guin’s prayer all too well. I wonder how. Do you know my prayer? Tell me what my dream is, O Flanders Nickels as you say you are.”

“Coffee, you’re getting way out of line,” Guinevere yelled at her.

“Guinevere, this is all wrong. I tell you, ‘Something is not right here,’” said Coffee. Fixing her eyes upon this man, she said to him, “You must know what I am seeking from God at the park.”

And he told her her truth, “Coffee, you wish to be closer drawn to the Lord in daily quiet time.”

And he said, “Am I not right, Guinevere?”

Guinevere said nothing right now in great indignation at her best friend. Yet Coffee was sure like a patriot in her cause. And she went onto ask him, “And how, do you think, would God answer my prayer, Flanders?”

“You mean, ‘What would He have you do to seek him every day instead of some days?’” he asked her.

“Yeah, I mean that,” said Coffee.

“God would say to you, ‘Get away for a while.’ Quit worshiping God for a week, maybe for amonth. Then, when you do come back to Him, you will appreciate His fellowship more.” This man then went on to say, “After all, the Bible does say that it is not good to spend too much time for God. It is not good to be addicted to God. A woman can have too much Christianity.” Then, with a cocksure laugh he said, “No girl should want to be so Heavenly-minded that she is no earthly good.”

Guinevere’s jaw dropped in consternation at so blasphemous a doctrine. Coffee knew that the Bible never said such things. Coffee said, “You, sir, so lie! Everything you said to me and Guin was all lies. You are a liar...a liar from Hell!”

Herself now rebuking this impostor, Guinevere said, “Whosoever loveth and maketh a lie, you are no born-again believer. You are not the writer of my letter. And you are not Flanders Nickels.” His countenance was now grim and hostile. Guinevere then looked up into the sky toward Heaven, and she prayed, “Dear Father, Who art in Heaven, rescue us from whosoever loveth and maketh a lie from Hell.”

In the devil’s rebellion, this man said to her, “’Thou believest that there is one God; thou doest well: the devils also believe, and tremble.’ James 2:19.” Then, with violent trembling, he took one step toward them; a chasm opened up into the earth before him; he tripped; he fell down into the chasm; and the earth closed back up again on him.

“Guin,’” said Coffee, “look up ahead. Our railroad tracks end!”

“Ooo, and I can see our park!” said Guinevere.

Side-by-side the two girls ran this last span to their trek’s end, and they were finally there. Guinevere saw a good-looking guy at the picnic table nearest to her. He was reading from a big black Book open to its middle. Not sure what to say, Guinevere came up to him and asked, “Is that Psalm 75, sir, from which you read?”

“It is, fair lady,” he said. “The midpoint of the Holy Bible.”

“Are you...Flanders?” asked Guinevere tentatively.

“I am Flanders Nickels,” he said in greeting, and he got to his feet.

In panic, Coffee prayed and said, “O God, deliver us from this demon from Hell.” The man remained, not chastened of the Lord. Sheepish, Coffee turned red with embarrassment. She apologized and said, “I’m sorry. You are the real man of God this time. We ladies encountered six demons on our walk to get here.”

With the great wisdom of the Good Lord, he said to them, “It is written, ‘For without are dogs, and sorcerers, and whoremongers, and murderers, and idolaters, and whosoever loveth and maketh a lie.’ Revelation 22:15.”

“We met them. We came upon a dog, and we came upon a sorcerer, and we came upon a whoremonger, and we came upon a murderer, and we came upon an idolater, and we came upon whosoever loveth and maketh a lie,” said Coffee.

“Such as these will not enter the kingdom of Heaven,” said Flanders. “For they are without, that is, outside of, Heaven.”

“We did meet them, Flanders,”said Guinevere. “They all came upon us on our walk here. With God we persevered and prevailed.”

“Praise the Lord,” said Flanders Nickels. “You two are indeed Guinevere and Coffee. Satan had sent me traps as I waited at this picnic table. I had to call upon God, and God was faithful; and he suffered me not to be tempted above that which I was able. In fact I almost left this park to go looking for you, but I did not know which way you would take.”

“How did you know about us two women, Flanders?” asked Guinevere.

“I first knew about you two when you were girls,” said Flanders. “It was a Thursday evening that day. A pastor and two teenage girls came to my door, telling me about the love of Jesus. You, Guinevere, gave me a salvation tract, and you told me the Gospel of salvation—that Jesus died for my sins and rose again from the grave three days later. And you, Coffee, had your head down in prayer this whole while. You were praying for my soul, while Guinevere preached salvation to me. I did not get saved right there and right then. But, later that night, as I thought upon what you said, I read that tract, and I prayed that prayer in the back of that tract, and I got saved. You two girls in a way led me to salvation. And now here you are again, now young women,

“I remember now,” said Guinevere. “That was five years ago.”

“I remember now, too,” said Coffee. “That was the only time I ever went out on Thursday Evening Visitation.”

Guinevere said, “Jesus saved you, and we did not even know it.”

Coffee said, “How mysterious are God’s ways that we cannot glory in ourselves.”

“I need to tell you why I had asked you to come to this park,” said Flanders Nickels. And he said, “I need to tell you, ‘Thank you.’ I want to tell you, ‘Thank you’ in such a way that God can use me any way He needs to use me to, I dare say, make your Christian dreams come true.”

“You mean for God to answer our greatest prayers?” asked Guinevere.

“To make true for us our greatest secrets that only we two best friends and God know about?” asked Coffee.

“God can do that.” said Flanders Nickels.

“What do you think, Coff?’” asked Guinevere.

“That is why we came here, Guin,’” said Coffee.

“You first, Coffee,” said Guinevere.

And Coffee, the more impetuous of the two, began, “Flanders, I love to pray to my Heavenly Father, and I love to read the K.J.V. Bible, and I love to go to Crown Baptist Church with Guinevere here. But, even though these are all my most fun things to do of all my things I do in my walk with Christ, I end up doing other things a lot that are not worship and are not as fun. I want to repent of all this. Could you help me to get right with God as a daughter of God like myself ought to be, Flanders?”

He said, “I can help, Coffee. There is a Bible verse I know about that can probably help you become just exactly what you and God want you to be. It is I Corinthians 9;24-25.”

Coffee tore into her Holy Bible with a great hunger for God’s Word, and she found this scripture, and she read it out loud: “Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain. And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible.” Coffee paused, then said, “The incorruptible crown.”

“The crown that Jesus will give in Heaven to his saints who were faithful with their worship to Him in their life on this earth,” explained Flanders Nickels.

“A crown given to those believers who dedicated their life to Jesus with a faithful commitment,” said Coffee. “Something like that, Flanders?”

“Something like that, Coffee,” he said.

“Give me that crown!” she said, miraculously transformed.

“Do you really mean it, Coffee?” he asked in exhortation.

“I will even go out on Thursday Evening Visitation and knock on doors with Guinevere and the other women of the church for now on till the rapture, O Flanders,” promised Coffee. She wiped a tear of joy out of her eye. “Why, I will even give back that incorruptible crown right back to Jesus where He sits on His throne when I get There!”

“Coffee, you’re crying,” said Guinevere.

“This day has so great repentance come upon a good child of God,” said Flanders. “I joy and rejoice in the Lord this day.”

“Your turn now, Guin,” said Coffee in her own joy and rejoicing.

And Guinevere told Flanders Nickels her need of her heart. She said, “I came to Elysian Field Park to look for a boyfriend-in-Christ.”

In ardor, Flanders Nickels said, “It is written, fairest lady Guinevere, ‘Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.’ Song of Solomon 6:5.”

“Flanders, are you asking a lonely girl like myself out for a date?” Guinevere dared ask such words for her first time.

He replied, “Guinevere, I am asking you to become my girlfriend-in-the-Lord for forever,”

Sniffling through her nose and wiping her own eyes from her happy tears, Guinevere said,

“Flanders, I’d be honored to walk at your side in our life with God together.”

“Then has God taken away my loneliness for ever, Guinevere,” said Flanders Nickels.

It is written: “Delight thyself also in the Lord; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.

Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him, and he shall bring it to pass.” Psalm 37:4-5.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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