New Year Resolution

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Time froze. He didn't know what was going on. Where was everyone?

Submitted: January 01, 2016

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New Year Resolution
Ryan J. Woods

It was morning.  Time froze at 7:01.  Getting up from the bed with a confused look on my face, “What the hell happened last night?” Walking downstairs into the living room to read the cable box underneath the TV frozen at 7:01.  Strange.  I picked up my cell phone which was also frozen at 7:01.  I couldn’t call, I couldn’t check Facebook, nothing.  It was quiet.  Too quiet.  I opened the front door to look outside and not a car was moving, not a sight to be seen.

The last memory I had was being at the New Year’s celebration, okay, so I had a few drinks and danced with a few girls, but that’s it.  I remember coming home at 1am, so I was a little buzzed, but nothing too bad.  It could have been worse.  Nothing worked, the TV screen was fuzzy, the radio was static, and it was like the movie I saw a few weeks ago about the alien apocalypse.  Could it be?  No, stuff like that doesn’t happen in real life, could it?  Only moments before I was out partying… this must be a dream, maybe a nightmare?

I got ready the best I could with no water, and a few clean clothes I pulled out of my closet.  Got into my car to head downtown of my little Laurel Village to see if anyone else knew what happened last night.  Hah. My car started, okay, so I have about a quarter tank of gas, hopefully the gas pumps work. 

I pulled into the local diner where everybody usually meets in the morning.  Only a few cars, strange.  Walked in saw Billy with a few others with just as much of a confused look as I had on my face. 

“What’s going on Billy?” I said. 

“I don’t know, but my cell phone is frozen, nothing works.” Billy said.

“What time is it?” I asked. 

“Not sure, time froze to 7:01am” Billy said. 

The owner of the restaurant, Jack Nelson, said, “I’d be damned, the clock in my old clunker is stuck on that time too.”

I’m starting to get a little worried at this point.  It seems all the clocks everywhere are stuck on 7:01. What does that mean?  What is the world trying to tell us?  Why does electricity work in some places but no clocks work, no wifi… nothing.

At this point, I should tell who I am.  My name is Jason Zwiegler.  I work in an office managing other people’s retirement money.  I guess you can say I make pretty decent money, but nothing to sneeze at.  I’m not married, but I have girlfriend.We don’t live together because she says it’s not her belief.  She keeps talking about how we need to get married before she can move in.  If I didn’t really like this girl I would have dropped her a long time ago.  But there’s something different about her.

Angela has long red, curly hair, green eyes, and a slender body.  We’ve been dating now for about 3 months.  She’s been trying to get me to go to church and I respond, “I’m not ready yet” or maybe I’ll say something like, “I’m too tired.” Okay, so maybe it’s an excuse, but I’m just not a church-going kind of guy.  I’m glad that she goes to church, I really am, but, I just never been that kind of guy. 

Speaking of Angela, where was she in the midst of all this non-sense.  I need to find her.  Man, what did people do before the cell phone was invented, or better yet, the telephone.  Trying to find Angela was like trying to find a needle in a hay stack without a phone.  She’s bound to show up at my house at some point, scared, and wanting some comfort.  Hmm, maybe she will want to move in and be closer to me.  I’ll be like her god, protecting her from all the aliens.

I left the old mama’s kitchen diner to get back in my car and just drive around town to see if I come across anything interesting.  After all, I have nothing better to do.  It’s New Year’s Day and maybe everyone is still sleeping in and not even realizes that all the clocks are stuck on 7:01. 

I see all the graffiti on the buildings sprayed in red paint and the number 666.  That’s new.  Someone must of gotten a little drunk last night.  “What the hell?” I got out to look in the middle of the road, scratched in big numbers on the pavement 666.  Okay, now I’m freaked.  How’d that happen?  So I’m 34 years old, not too much gets me frightened, but I’m pretty scared now at this point.  I should just go to my mom and dad’s house and let them tell me everything is going to be okay. 

Finally, driving into my parent’s long driveway I start to feel comforted.  Normal again.  I see the big yellow house through the trees as I’m driving up to the garage.  Take a deep breath and I get out to see my folks. 

“Mom? Dad? I’m home!” Nothing but silence.  “Can I stay here tonight with you guys? Mom?! Dad?!” I hear a pan move in the kitchen, “Mom?” Just the damn cat.  Obviously, no one is home, maybe they are out getting cream for their morning coffee. 

I go upstairs to see my parents bed made, and my mom’s Bible laying open to 2 Corinthians 1:9b.  “…we stopped relying on ourselves and learned to rely only on God.” 

Okay, so both my parents were Christians, they said they found God after I moved out about 8 years ago.  They were all hyped up on this new religion trying to get me to go to church.  Between Angela and my parents I had enough religion to keep me sane. 

This verse keeps running through my head.  I couldn’t get it out of my head.  “Stopped relying on ourselves and learned to rely only on God.”  I don’t know.  Relying on myself got me pretty wealthy.  Nice car. Nice home. Great friends. 

To me, believing in God was like the adult version of believing in Santa Claus.  As a kid we all believe in Santa, then growing up we realize how stupid and ridicules that was, but we still need to believe in something so we start believing in God.  I don’t know… I suppose if God talked to me through a burning bush, or walked with me through fire, I’d believe.  But until then, I’m pretty good at living my own life. 

I opened up the fridge to see what my mom made this week and I see homemade meatballs and sausage.  I make myself a meatball and sausage sandwich… I walk over to the microwave to heat it up. Hmm, the clock on the microwave stand still at 7:01.  I just don’t get it.  But this sandwich is amazing, I love mom’s cooking.  Nothing’s like it. 

As I sit at the table, eating my sandwich, I see my mom’s handwriting on a piece of paper.  All she wrote was 7+01=

“What the hell?” 701 again.  Something is definitely messed up.  My mom is trying to tell me something, but why are all the clocks stuck on 7:01.  Okay so 7+01= 8.  What about 8.  My brain starts to think logically about this. 

I remember my mom telling me the significance of the number 8 last week.  She said that the number in the Bible represents a new beginning.  Meaning a new order of creation.  And a man’s true “born-again” experience from when he is resurrected from the dead into eternal life. 

I run upstairs to grab my mom’s Bible.  I begin to search in the Book of Revelation, my mom’s favorite book.  Underlined, Revelation 21:4-5, “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither will there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away. And the one sitting on the throne said, Look, I am making everything new.”

Could it be? I need to go to church now.  I run outside, into my car, speed my way to church.  I pull in.  Run into the front doors of the church, it’s quiet.  I open the doors of the sanctuary slowly.  Nobody in there.  A note lay on the altar, in my mom’s handwriting again. 
“Son, if you are reading this, than you know where we are.  And you know what to do.”
Love, Mom.

What?! I kneel down, said a prayer that went something like this, “God, if you are real, I want to have a life-changing experience.  I want to see my mom and dad again.  I want to see Angela again.  I’m sorry.  I must have been wrong my whole life.  I need You.  Amen.”

I look up, to see John 14:29 written on the walls of the church.  “And now I have told you before it come to pass, that, when it come to pass, ye might believe.”

Well, we told you it was coming.  Perhaps, you were like Jason, who never got involved in church because you thought “too many religious nuts.”  Maybe you had a family member who would plead with you night after night to “get right” with God before His return.  “Nah, it’ll never happen,” you said.  “People have been saying that forever. Non-sense!”  But, after all, it wasn’t non-sense.  Turns out these so-called “religious” people were right.  Jesus did return and I was too busy sleeping my hang over off.  Now, they are gone.  I remain.  Left behind. 

I can only imagine the shock, the terror, the panic, and the many questions that must be running through Jason’s head right now.  My heart breaks for him, as he is only moments away from starting a new beginning. Let 2016 be the year where His Church be filled! 


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